The truth is, I'm never working on just one book at a time, and they all take different amounts of time. So, instead of telling you about my next book, I will start posting the latest lineup. Expect changes. It looks really ambitious, but all of these are already in progress. It's sooo exciting to see them all together! Stay Tuned!
Now that I have published "Before It's Love", I get to work full-time on my next project. "The Lovely Deep" is a mermaid fantasy where the mermaids are evolving into creatures they don't want to become, and pure human genes are the only thing that can stop it. Narissa is forced to lure humans into her world, but she wants nothing more than to become human herself, especially now that she's falling in love with River. Unfortunately, others in her world have darker motives then her own. Forced to question her dreams and morality, will she find away to save those she loves, even at the cost of her own happiness?
Oh my gosh! I can't tell you how excited I am to finish writing this fun, romantic, but often dark and dramatic story. Here is a brief excerpt:
Fingers Crossed: Release in August!
Coming in April!
After a very long wait, (about a year for you, but 17 years for me) I'm thrilled to be doing final edits for this story. So, until I can give a more specific release date, here's this:
Moving to Arkansas is hard for Lauren, but it’s worth it to be near her boyfriend and pursue her art degree. That is, until she meets Jake, the guy her roommate is in love with. Now she’s stuck on a merry-go-round of love triangles, and someone is going to get hurt.
Jake has given up on finding love in this town’s small LDS dating pool, but he’s committed to stay as long as his grandma needs him. When Lauren moves in, he knows the universe is laughing at him. The one girl he’d give anything to have is already taken. All he can do is be the friend she so obviously needs and hope that someday she’ll choose him.
Every time I finish a rough draft, I feel like I'm on top of the world. Even though editing is hard, gritty, depressing work, finishing the first draft is absolutely the hardest part for me. So, I'm so excited to announce, that I've finished the rough draft for "Something Radiant" and I am on schedule to release it this summer. I will give a firm date in a later post.
For now, I thought I'd share a drawing I did in my own college figure drawing class, where so much of the inspiration for this story came from. It still hangs in a frame in my garage to remind me that of what I can do, though my 5 year old son always asks why there's a picture of a girl in her underwear hanging in the garage. (Though technically, it was a bikini. Just sayin'!)
This open window represents how long I have to finish the rough draft of "Something Radiant" before I have to start edits on "Spindle Cursed".
That's it, no more!
My brain is still fizzy from being chosen as a winner and getting to know the other authors who won with me. It's so much fun I can't settle down and work.
The window is closing as I type!
But don't worry, I will get it done! No more wasting time—not even to look for cool window pictures!
That's right! Spindle Cursed was one of the 5 stories chosen to be in this collection of Sleeping Beauty stories. I absolutely could not be more excited about this. The process of getting it published will begin soon and I'll be working with a professional editing team to revise and polish it. I'm looking forward to the process though I'm sure I will experience growing pains. Stay tuned for the release date announcement!
Well, I didn't have time to write Sawdust and Mistletoe yet. That made me a little sad, but sometimes you just have to let stuff go!
I did, however, get "Spindle Cursed" finished and submitted to the Rooglewood Press Five Magic Spindle's contest. That was a huge accomplishment for me. The December 31st deadline was breathing down my neck, but I got it sent off at 9:40 pm - in time to enjoy New Year's Eve. Truth to be told, after 2 days of hardcore writing and editing to wrap it up (actually getting it under the 20,000 words as the rules demanded), I was celebrating the fact that I actually got it done more than the New Year.
By March, I'll know one way or the other. If I didn't make it as one of the 5 winners, I'll get to work publishing it on my own so stay tuned!
My next announcement is that I've re-titled my artist story Something Radiant and I'll be completing the rough draft for that story this month!
I'm supposed to be writing my Sleeping Beauty retelling. And I am. But I'm really into my Christmas romance too. What to do, what to do?
Write them both at the same time!
My goal for this week is to edit the first chapter of the sleeping beauty story based on the excellent critique I recently got at the LDStormakers conference and write the second chapter. Possibly even the third. If I get that done, I'll be over the moon.
Then for FUNZIES I'm going to write as much as I POSSIBLY can on the Christmas Romance because I'm super excited about it and so ready for Christmas stuff to get going.
I have the same deadline for both of them: December 1st. So obviously, I've got to get going. Wish me luck!
Finally, after more than two years of waiting, the day has arrived. Focused is now available! Please join my online Launch Party on my Author Facebook Page. We're going to be having some fun, because this is worth celebrating.
In the mean time, just click on the cover to buy the ebook (the paperback edition will be released at a later date), and, as always, please consider leaving a review! Thanks so much!
Sienna Whitfield never dreamed that using her photography blog for a social experiment would cause so much trouble—or be so painful. She might have a broken rib and a broken camera, but at least her mom is finally letting her date Lee, the guy of her dreams. But Lee's future with basketball seems to be carrying him down a path that she can't follow.
Basketball has always been #1 in Lee Franklin’s life. Now that he’s one of the top high school basketball recruits in the country, his dreams seem to be coming true. But his love for Sienna is changing the way he sees the future. As she follows her own dreams, he realizes he may lose her if he can’t find a way to keep her close—especially since she may be in trouble.
I'm working on a new story for NaNoWriMo. It's had many bad titles. (Sublime Deviation and Not Yet LIght among them.) Currently it's titled, "When Light Falls Softly." My amazingly talented sister-in-law, Ariel Brandli Lee, took photos of a beautiful girl named Krystal Sauter for my book cover. This is the mock up I currently have on my NaNo page. Isn't she so pretty? More importantly, she's exactly how I imagined my character.
It's a story I've been wanting to write for about 14 years. (I'm aging myself a little, aren't I?) It was all inspired by a few roommates, a house on Albert Pike, and a painting class. I wrote about my experience in that class in Advanced Expository Writing, and it's going to be a huge help in getting this story where it needs to be. You see, the experiences that breathed life into it aren't as vivid as they used to be. Luckily, I have this paper to refresh them.
So, for the next couple of weeks, I'm going to post sections from my paper "What is an Artist?" because it will give you a glimpse into the world I'm hiding away in right now. Here is the first:
My hands smell like turpentine and I have paint on my nose. Does this make me an artist? I look nothing like any of the other people in this dark studio, but they are all artists. There is a freedom about artists that keeps them from caring what people think about them. Their hair is colored and their clothes are crazy. My hair is plain and my clothes are all wrong in a normal way. The only resemblance between us is that we are all spattered with paint. I want to look like them and talk like them because their aura somehow transfers itself onto canvas.
One of the other girls has magenta hair and glasses that don't match her face. Her backpack carries a load of bright fuzzy things so it looks like a wolf spider carrying her young. On the first day of class, she walked cockily into class, huffing because a policeman had tried to give her a ticket for jaywalking. She had crossed at an intersection the day before where it was apparently illegal to cross and today he had been waiting for her on the other side. She had defiantly crossed again, swearing to do the same every day. When she painted a roll of toilet paper, it looked like a roll of toilet paper. She was an artist.
Across the room was the kid whose shadow I had always lived under. We went to the same high school where he was considered to be an amazing artist. He had been three grades beneath me though so I didn't know him personally until this class. I hated admitting that he was actually a nice guy. I would have preferred to go on thinking that he was just a punk kid with a big head. However, I soon found myself asking him for suggestions because his bottles looked like bottles and he was an artist.
The girl next to me moved like a baby ostrich with a broken neck. None of her joints seemed to be connected as they should be but her paintings were always perfect in the smallest detail. She was the only other student besides me who got paint on her face every day. I learned how to keep from touching my face with paint on my hands. She simply brought a little mirror on a stand which she sat on one end of her palette board. She talked while she painted about her husband's child by a girl he'd had an affair with. She had been at the hospital when the baby was born. She hated the girl, her husband, and the fact that they'd made a better looking baby than any of her own by him. She took care o the baby when its mother was too high. She only finished two paintings the whole semester, but they were very good. She was an artist.
Every Tuesday and Thursday morning I sat in a dark art studio with these people to learn how to paint. It was dark because the only light came from the slanted sky light in the ceiling. It filtered down through the tangle of cassette tape tied to the supporting beams - the remnant of an art project gone wrong. The florescent lighting would have been impossible to paint in so we painted in the dark, relying only on the left over glow from the spotlights that were pointed at our subjects. There was dried paint on the floor from past semesters, but there were hidden mines of fresh stuff everywhere after the first week that you could carry out on your shoe.
The best lit part of the room was claimed by a girl named Sam. This was her second semester so she got to use paintbrushes while the rest of us could only use palette knives. I first saw her in a short black dress that had seen better days. She was sitting on the floor with her legs spread apart and her back arching down. It might have been yoga, but who does yoga in a short black dress on a paint spattered floor? On her right leg was half a tattoo of the Stature of Liberty that she had started and never finished. She just lost interest in it she told us. Her hair was short with soft spikes and her bad complexion was free of makeup. In that instant I knew she was good. And I began wondering if I was an artist.
The Trouble with Billionaires.