So Much to Do, So Little Time

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Readers are aware that I'm making the Loser Mysteries mine by getting new covers, re-editing (which I shouldn't do but can't stop myself from), and re-releasing them. That's enough to keep me busy...sort of. The problem is there's lots of wait time. Wait for proof copies. Wait for beta readers to comb through for those last few niggling mistakes. Wait for more proofs. Et cetera, et cetera, et cetera.

Because I can't stand to be idle, I took up a side project: the sequel to SHAKESPEARE'S BLOOD. I blame this on a reader who claims it's the best book she's read in years--how's that for incentive?
When I had an agent for SHAKESPEARE'S BLOOD, she told me to work on the sequel while she shopped the book to publishers. Being the good girl I am, I did that. Then after a year, I got a letter saying she couldn't sell the book (though she said she still loved it) and she was dropping me as a client. That's how it goes in the biz.

Anyway, I had the book, and Amazon had begun making it easy to do your own e-books, so I released it that way. There were glitches, because it wasn't quite as easy to do a good e-book as I'd thought, but eventually I got it right and it was out there. A while back I decided to make it a paperback. Got a new cover and did that, which is how the reader I mentioned above got hold of it.

With her comment, I recalled the sequel, pretty much finished but just lying at the back of my computer. With time to wait for Loser, I brushed up CHARLIE DICKENS' DOCUMENTS and sent for proofs of that one. Teaser: Mercedes Maxwell, the protagonist of SHAKESPEARE'S BLOOD, returns to Britain for a second adventure, this time chasing the secrets of Charles Dickens so she can find, maybe rescue, her SO, Colm Kennedy.

So yeah, now I'm waiting for TWO books to be ready...It never ends!



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