Book Jail


I've planned for this month all summer. By "planned" I mean I've been saying NO a lot. No doctor appointments, no speaking engagements. No days off. 

All I'm doing is writing. 

Before I go any further, let me catch you up on Rule of Thirds, the first in my new Lake Erie Mystery Series. First, it's no longer "Rule of Thirds." The sales and marketing teams at One More Chapter (HarperCollins UK) have changed the title to Where The Guilty Hide. My first reaction to the new moniker was "OooOOooo..." Which is precisely what they were going for. Second, it's no longer the Lake Erie Mysteries. It's now the Detective Honeywell mysteries. Matthias (Honeywell) is overjoyed to get top billing and, in my fictional world, is flaunting it over Pete Adams, who has been miffed about not sharing the billing with Zoe Chambers all these years. 

Good thing these two characters live in different parts of the state. 

Anyway, I'm okay with this second change as well. They're looking at a worldwide market, and Lake Erie sounds a little too regional, I suppose. 

Lastly, I have a book cover! The artwork is exquisite. I would share it with you, but my editor wants me to keep it under wraps for a little while longer so they can do a big cover reveal extravaganza. I have a newsletter prepped and ready to send as soon as I get the thumbs up. 

This brings me back to Book Jail and why I'm holed up in my writing cave for the month of September. 

1. I'm determined to finish the next Zoe Chambers Mystery within the next week so I can send it off to my beta reader. 

2. I received the copy edits on Where The Guilty Hide and need to complete them by mid-month.

3. I need to outline and start drafting the second Detective Honeywell Mystery. "Need" being a very big word. I haven't even started it and I'm already behind schedule. (It's due February 1!) Goal: 50 pages by the end of the month. (Cue hysterical laughter.) 

Wish me luck. But don't send me a cake with a file in it. This jail is self-imposed and I'm not breaking out, no matter what.



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