The Next Great Adventure

I started writing Death by Equine back around 2005. I landed my first agent with it, but it never sold. The agent and I parted company a couple of years later.  

Fast forward to last spring. I'd completed Til Death, my tenth Zoe Chambers mystery, and had reached the end of my contract. I wasn't sure what was next. 

I dragged out that 15-year-old manuscript and run it through my critique group to determine if it held up and was worth revisiting. They liked it, so I decided to delve into the world of indie publishing. 

I contacted a cover artist and sent the manuscript to my freelance editor. Within the last two weeks, I received the results from both. 

So far, nothing has been that far from my previous experience. Yes, I had a lot more say in the cover, but I've worked with my editor for most of the Zoe mysteries and her comments came as no surprise. (What is always a surprise is how I miss all that stuff!) Going forward, though, feels like entering a strange new world. When asked what the release date was, I couldn't turn to my publisher for an answer. I am my publisher and the decision is up to me! 

Decision made: May 11, 2021. 

I have more decisions coming up. Formatting. Pricing. Advertising. And a lot that I don't even know about yet.

But for right now, I'm embracing the known. Revising. Mapping out a marketing plan. Revealing the cover. 

I'll be blogging about the steps along the way right here. Join me on the adventure!

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