|It's here! It's here!|
I would like to say that, just after mentioning the book on FB and Twitter, my readers have already put this in the top 50 of hot new releases in contemporary fantasy (at #40 as I write this), which is HUGE. And you guys have already put it in the top 100 of juvenile horror, too! I am flabbergasted and honored and touched that so many of you are running right out to get it. Your support means the world to me. :)
I'd also like to take a moment to discuss something that's coming up a lot from my online friends, which is a pretty big question to address via Tweet or Facebook:
How the heck do you write so much?
This is in response, of course, to the fact that Gray Moon Rising is my sixth full length book published in 14 months, which piles on top of three novellas, a short story, and a light smattering of work under other pen names. That's right, I am so stupidly productive that I have multiple pen names.
First of all, it's not really that much. I originally wrote Death's Hand in 2008. I only wrote about 25k in new material when I published it. I wrote Six Moon Summer in 2010. Monsters was written in 2004. So knock those three projects off of my writing marathon for the last year -- that's about 150,000 words I did not write in 14 months.
That does leave 330,000+ words that I've written, edited, and published in 14 months. I guess that's not bad, considering I only quit my day job two months ago, and all the help I've had.
|In fact, this little dude has secretly ghostwritten two of my novels.|
I'll let you guess which ones.
This reason has black hair, a goatee, muscly arms, and looks like the sexy lovechild of Frodo and Harry Potter.
He smells delicious and earthy and is always, always smiling.
He's the one who's happy to see me even when I'm being a grumpy booger.
It's because of the guy who has cooked almost every dinner since we got married, woke up early to pack my lunch before work, and got my breastpump together so I could sleep in for just a few more minutes and have the energy I needed to write.
You know, the dude who keeps the house clean and the other side of the bed warm and has really nice buns.
The one who has endless energy for playing with and loving our pudgy son.
Thank you, Husband Guy. I have never finished anything in my entire life--much less an entire book series!--and while I have had a dozen editors and thousands of readers, you are always the first to pick up the book. And make sure I have time to write them. The whole series is thanks to you.