Sunday, August 28, 2011

Time Rolls Around

Its getting toward Spring here in Australia and we've started having some gorgeous sunny days - the birds are singing, the winter wet is drying out and the wattle has been blooming. I'm a summer person, I absolutely hate winter (which leads me to wonder why I live in a place that gets so damn cold in the winter, we're not that far from the snow fields, and some nights it gets to well below 0, or freezing point, sometimes up to -6. Brrr!) I'm a summer person all around. It has to get to about forty degrees (which in Fahrenheit, I think works out to be over 100 degrees) before I start getting worried. I just don't feel the heat like other people, I enjoy it too much.
So I love this time of year when we have the first few truly warm days, the hours of light start getting longer and you know summer is about to burst into the sky. This time of year always makes me think anything is possible. Who knows what tomorrow might bring, but surely it will be good! You might think that makes me one of those over-the-top optimists who can never see the bad side of anything. I think of myself more as a realist - I see the bad side alright, but I chose to believe the bad won't last, eventually the good times will roll again.
The other day, my crit partner also reminded me that its been a year now since I signed my first contract with Noble Romance Publishing. In some ways I think 'wow, that went quick!' while in other ways, probably since I've been so busy, I think it seems a lot longer than that.
So that's me, looking forward to Summer and now a year into my foray into publishing. I planned on giving an update on my workload, but now that I've rambled on so much, I've decided to leave it for another day.
Instead, enjoy this song (one of my favorites of all time) In The Summertime by Thirsty Merc. It is the Australian anthem for summer! ...I tried to find the link for the official video clip, but for some reason it didn't work. Instead I got the song over some clips of the TV show Bondi Rescue. You can't get much more Aussie than this!






Wednesday, August 24, 2011

The Journey, Not the Destination

This morning I read a post over at Nathan Bransford's blog about the fact that there really isn't any such thing as an over night success in the book business, with maybe the exception of Stephanie Meyer. For most of us, it takes a lot of hard work and long time to get anywhere.
I can attest to this, it took me nine years to get published. And I'm taking from the very first day, as a nineteen year old, when I decided to sit down and try to write a full length novel, just to see if I could. If someone had of told me that day I wouldn't see any published work for almost a decade, I probably would have been very disillusioned and wondered if I really wanted to invest nine years into something I would get no thanks for, but plenty of rejection.
I'm a writer. No doubt I would have said "what the hell" and kept on with it the same way, even in knowing how long my path to publication would be.
One thing I've come to learn recently is that newbie writers don't want to hear about it. They're happy enough to hear about the author who took one, or two, or even three years to get published. I suppose that's a conceivable length of time to work at something before reaping the rewards. And they love hearing about the people who whipped up a book and sold it first off (like Stephanie Meyer), because they all want to believe that will happen to them. But they sure as hell don't want to hear about someone who took almost ten years to get published (which, apparently is actually about the average length of time it takes most writers to get their magical 'yes'). And god forbid they hear about anyone who took fifteen or twenty years. I know of some authors who took this long. 
And I'm not saying there's anything wrong with these newbie's attitudes. Personally, I didn't want to know about it all those years ago when I started out and was all starry-eyed about getting a book published. I didn't want to consider it would take so long to get where I wanted to be. I wanted to be one of those lucky authors who got published off their first book, who rose to fast success and made a decent wage from writing.
Except funnily enough, I've learned a thing or two on this journey (which is no where near finished). I've come to see myself as one of the lucky authors. In taking so long to get my first contract, I've changed a lot of the years. I've made a lot of great friends and I think the path I took led me to be more prepared for the realities of being a published author. Because its not really that glamorous. Its a lot of hard work, with a bit more hard work, and some hard work thrown on top just for the hell of it.
And one of the biggest things I learned? Well, I always thought that being published was the destination. I was working toward that and nothing else. Once that happened, I would be fulfilled and everything in my life would neatly fall into place. Now I've come to see that being published is just one more mile-marker on the journey. I still have so much to learn and it excites me that there are many things out there waiting to be discovered. I think it won't matter how many books I write, or how long I'm in this business for, I hope to still be learning and changing.
I suppose the point is, alright, I can understand the newbie writers not wanting to hear cold, hard facts about publishing. I was there once and in that same frame of mind.
Time has proven to me that they'll either adapt and continue on, or burn out, give up and fade away.

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Best Quotes of Supernatural Season 4

I think I went a bit overboard. Seriously, I must have noted down half a dozen quotes from each episode. But come on, there was a lot of gold this season.
Season four saw the introduction of Castiel, who, I will admit, split my loyalties. I'd always been mostly in the Dean camp, though I'll say Sam has his moments. With the arrival of Castiel, things took on an interesting new dynamic. Meanwhile, I just realized in the picture here, the three of them are holding hands. Cute... but also weird... (the Sam-slash-Dean-slash-Castiel fans will be loving that)
Anyhoo, I'm very glad Cas became a regular and I am looking forward to re-watching season five, because there were some classic moments which were just brilliant in wit and deliverance. And I still say that the funniest Supernatural moment in history was season 6 with Cas kissing Meg and saying after "I learned that from the pizza man." Seriously, who comes up with this stuff? I bow to the writers, they are on a level of genius I can only dream of.
Right, enough blabbing, lets get to the quotes from season 4... Oh and I just have to say, this season had the best rant by Dean anyone has done in the history of anything.

Deanism
- I remember I was a hell hound's chew toy.
- Its like a demon yanked me out. Or rode me out.
- Hey Bobby, what's the deal with the liquor store, your parents out of town or something?
- So what, now I'm off the hook and you're on it? You some demon's bitch-boy?
- And what visage are you in now, holy tax accountant?
- Look, all I know is I wasn't groped by an angel.
- I thought angels were meant to be guardians. Fluffy wings, halos. You know, Michael Landon. Not dicks.
- Nice threads. You know Sonny and Cher broke up, right?
- Okay, did the angels get their hands on some DeLoreans? How'd I get here?
- Sammy, where are you? Mom is a babe… and I'm going to hell. Again.
- So what, God is my co-pilot, is that it?
- This is going to sound a little… actually, this is going to sound massively, massively crazy.
- You're probably feeling your bones moving under your skin and your appetite is reaching hungry-hungry-hippo level. How am I doing so far? A little man-burger-helper may have crossed your mind already?
- So what, we've got a vampire and a werewolf monster mashing this town?
- Hey, do you think this Dracula can turn into a bat? That'd be cool.
- Which means we need to catch this freak before he Monster-from-the-black-lagoons somebody.
- I can't get over what a pumpkin pie-eyed-crazy son of a bitch you really are
- Sam, I'm not going to make a left hand turn into on coming traffic. I'm not suicidal. Did I just say that? That's kind of weird.
- Witches, man, they're so frigging skeevy.
- He was so vanilla that he made vanilla seem spicy.
- Leprechauns? Those little guys are scary. Small hands.
- There's nothing more dangerous than some a-hole who thinks he's on a holy mission.
- Are you going to figure out a way to find this witch, or are you just going to sit there fingering your bone?
- Zombie-ghost-orgy, huh? Well, that's it. I'm torching everybody.
- So what, big foot breaks into a liquor store for some hooch? Amaretto and Irish cream. He's a girl-drink-drunk.
- Or is it a big foot and he's some kind of alco-holo-porno-addict. Kind of like a deep woods Duchovny.
- Whoa, I know she's wire tapping your angel chats or whatever, but that's no reason to gank her.
- Let's can the thanks-for-trying speech, participation trophies suck ass.
- Why do you care? You're junkless down there, like a Ken doll.
- Boy, three bedrooms, two bathrooms and one homicide. This place is going to sell like hotcakes.
- What kind of ghost messes with a man's wheels?
- So what, she's been caged up like an animal and busts out and ganks dear old dad-slash-grandad?
- So the daddy was the baby daddy too?
- The bitch is a klepto!
- What part of that wasn't a steaming pile of BS?
- What kind of Kool-Aid you drinking, man?
- It ends bloody or sad. That's just the life.
- Evil bitches just keep piling out of the Volkswagen.
- Apparently shoving a kids arm into a Cuisinart is not a healthy display of anger.
- Whatever. Go have your Robin Williams oh-captain-my-captain moment. Just make it quick.
- That ghost is dead. I'm going to rip its lungs out. Well, you know what I mean. 
- Dude, you totally c-blocked me.
- So they shake their thing and the guys zombie out.
- Dude, the middle of Basic Instinct and you're banging Sharon Stone?
- So what, the local reaper is on strike, playing the back nine?
- You and me, we're like the poster boys for the unnatural order of things. I mean, all we do is ditch death.
- Dude, you are so Amityville.
- You guys don't walk enough, you're going to get flabby.
- You'll spill your guts one way or another, I just didn't want to ruin my shoes.
- Look, man, I don’t know you, but I'm going to do a public service and let you know that you over share.
- I was freaking out. The guy penciled his damn neck.
- You don't want to go hunting ghosts without any health insurance.
- Just to shake things up? So you guys could have fun watching us run around like ass-clowns in monkey suits?
- Angel or not, I will stab you in the face.
- I can't see your face, but those are definitely your brooding and pensive shoulders
- Behave yourself, would you? No homework, watch some porn.
- Okay, well how about this, I've got a gun in my pocket and if you don't come with me, I'll blow your brains out.
- You mind slowing down? You're going to give me angina.
- You think he's lying? You want to go Guantanamo on the guy?
- You used to be strong enough to kill Alistair, now you can't even gank stunt demon number three?
- Congratulations, Sammy, you just bought yourself a bitch-warmer seat for the apocalypse.
- Times are bad so let's use Sam as a nuclear warhead?
- You got ass-reamed in heaven but its not of import?
- Come on, Bobby, I've never trusted them less. They come on like shady politicians from planet Vulcan.
- Well, look at this. The Sweet Life with Zac and Cas. It’s a… never mind.
- You can take your peace and shove it up your lilly white ass. 'Cos I'll take the pain and guilt, I'll even take Sam as is. It's a lot better than being some Stepford bitch in paradise.

Samisms
- I kind of got the feeling crazy pushed Mrs. Armstrong down the stairs.
- Dude, you're confusing reality with porn again.
- If you were a siren in '09 looking to ruin a bunch of morons, where would you set up shop?
- So what are you going to do, swing in and save the friendly neighborhood reaper?
- Dude, I am not going to do Fight Club with a twelve year old.

Bobby - Dean, your chest was ribbons, your insides were slop and you'd been buried four months. even if you could slip out of hell and back into your meat suit—
Dean - I know, I should look like a Thriller video reject.

Dean - What the hell is that?
Sam - Its an iPod jack.
Dean - You were supposed to take care of her, not douche her up.

Dean - Dude, I'm so in.
Sam - She's going to eat you alive.
Dean - Hey, I just got out of jail. Bring it.
Pamela - You can come too, Grumpy.
Dean - You are not invited!

Demon - Tell me what makes you so special?
Dean - I like to think its 'cos of my perky nipples.

Meg - Come on, Dean, did your brain get french-fried in hell? You can't shoot me with bullets.

Dean - Ronald, I thought we were buddies.
Ronald - That was when I was breathing. Now I'm going to eat you alive.
Dean - Come on, I'm not a cheese burger.

Castiel - Hello, Dean, what were you dreaming about?
Dean - You get your freak on by watching other people sleep?

Dean - Can you tell me where I can get reception on this thing?
Young John - The USS Enterprise?

Samuel - So you didn't notice anything unusual, ma'am?
Mrs. Wiltshire - You mean like my husband's guts fertilizing the back forty?

Mary - What do you think?
Dean - I think he just pimped his soul to a demon and he doesn't even realize it.

Sam - Travis said to keep an eye out for anything weird.
Dean - Werid? Alright, well, I've seen big weird, little weird, weird with crazy on top. But this guy? Come on, this guy is boring.

Dean - We're here to save you… I guess.
Woman - I'm calling the police!
Sam - We should go.
Dean - Yeah.

Dean - We still gotta see that Raiders movie.
Sam - Saw it.
Dean - Without me?
Sam - You were in hell.
Dean - That's no excuse!

Sheriff - The killer's some kind of a-grade whacko, right? I mean, some Satan-worshiping, Anne Rice-reading, gothic, psycho, vampire wannabe.

Dean - Which leads me to conclude my virginity is in tact.
Sam - What?
Dean - I have been re-hymen-ated.

Jamie - So you guys are like Mulder and Scully or something and the X-Files are real?
Dean - No, the X-Files is a TV show. This is real.

Sam - You're not going to like it. It's ghost sickness.
Dean - Ghost sickness. Oh god, no… I don’t even know what that is.

Sam - Basically, they're all dicks.
Dean - So you're saying I'm a dick?

Sam - How you feeling?
Dean - Awesome. Its nice to have my head on the chopping block again. I almost forgot what that feels like. Its freaking delightful.

(here comes the all time best rant...)
Dean - You know what, screw this!
Sam - Whoa, Dean. Come on.
Dean - No, I mean, come on, Sam, what are we doing?
Sam - We're hunting a ghost.
Dean - A ghost. Exactly. Who does that?
Sam - Us.
Dean - Us? Right. And that, Sam, is exactly why our lives suck. I mean, come on, we hunt monsters. What the hell? Normal people, they see a monster, they run away. But not us. We search out things that want to kill us. Or eat us. You know who does that? Crazy people! We are insane. And then there's the bad diner food and the skeevy motel rooms and the truck stop waitress with the bizarre rash. I mean, who wants this life, Sam? Seriously. I mean, do you actually like being stuck in a car with me eight hours a day, every single day? I don’t think so. I mean, I drive too fast and I listen to the same five albums over and over and over again and I sing along and I'm annoying. I know that. And you. You're gassy. You eat half a burrito and you get toxic. You know what? You can forget it.

Dean - I got this one.
Sam - Two words. Jail. Bait.

Dean - I'm telling you, both these vics are squeaky clean. There is no reason for wicked bitch payback.
Sam - Maybe because its not about that.
Dean - Wow, insightful

Sam - Why would Uriel tell me you remember hell if you didn't?
Dean - Maybe because he's a dick. That might have something to do with it.

Sam - I can see you're very interested.
Dean - Women. Showers. We have to save these people.

Dean - I gotta tell you, I'm pretty disappointed.
Sam - You wanted to save naked women.
Dean - Damn right I wanted to save some naked women.

Sam - Are we going to kill this teddy bear?
Dean - How? Do we shoot it, burn it?
Sam - I don't know. Both?
Dean - How do we even know that's going to work? I don’t want some giant, flaming pissed off teddy on our hands.

Alistair - Come on, Dean, don't you recognize me? Oh, I forgot, I'm wearing a pediatrician.

Sam - Where's Bobby?
Dean - The Dominican. He said we break anything, we buy it.
Sam - He working a job?
Dean - God, I hope so, otherwise he's a hedonist in a banana hammock and trucker cap.
Sam - Great, now that's seared into my brain.

Dean - An angel and a demon riding in the backseat. It's like the set up to a bad joke. Or a Penthouse form letter.
Sam - Dude. Reality. Porn.  

Dean - Well, that's super disturbing.
Sam - Think it got left behind?
Dean - By who? Unless Bill Gibson liked to play with doll's heads.

Dean - Crap. So what now?
Sam - We could tell them the truth.
Dean - Really?
Sam - No, not really.

Dean - Listen, man, I've got a gun and if you don't get yourself back in that circle, you're going to have yourself a third hole.
Sam - Dude, you don't have a gun.
Dean - And?

Sam -That's Jed Baxter.
Dean - I don’t even want to know how you know that.
Sam - He's famous.
Dean - For what, douche-bagery?

Sam - Do you think we will, Dean, die before we get old?
Dean - Haven't we both already?

Sam - He slipped me.
Dean - He's sixty years old.
Sam - He's a magician!

Sam - How's it going?
Dean - The whistle makes me their god.
Sam - Right. Nice shorts.

Student - Aren't you the PE teacher?
Dean - Not really, I'm like 21 Jump street… the bus driver sells pot.

Sam - You seem pretty cheery.
Dean - Strippers, Sammy, strippers. We are on an actual case involving strippers. Finally.

Sam - She entices them with her siren song.
Dean - Let me guess, Welcome to the Jungle. No, Warrant's Cherry Pie.

Sam - You think she infects them during sex?
Dean - Like a supernatural STD

Sam - Come on, Dean, just focus on the naked girls, you'll forget he's even there.
Dean - I'm not doing this for you, I'm doing it for the girls.

FBI Agent - Are you sure about that? Because it sounds like crazy on toast.

Sam - Another guy gets capped by a mugger and walks away without a scratch.
Dean - Capped in the ass?

Dean - Alistair, I thought you got deep fried, extra crispy.
Alistair - No, just the pediatrician I was riding. His wife is still looking for him, its hilarious.

Sam - This might be hard for you to hear, but you're dead, you're a spirit.
Cole - Yeah, thanks, Haley-Joel, I know I'm dead.

Tessa - Dean, don't you remember me?
Dean - Honestly, if I had a nickel for every time a girl said that to me…

Sam - We need to learn some ghost moves.
Dean - By tonight? Yeah, sure, I'll meet you back at Mr. Miyagi's
Cole - Who is Mr. Miyagi?

Sam - Go to hell.
Alistair - If only I could, but they keep sending me up to this arctic crap hole.

Uriel - I'm going to seek revelations, we might have some new orders.
Dean - Get some doughnuts while you're out.

Sam - Well, the worst time we've seen since the great depression—
Dean - Is now. Yeah, now sucks. My portfolio is in the sewer. I don't even want to talk about it.

Ed - We learned this from those useless douche-bags
Harry - That we hate
Ed - The Winchesters. Shot gun, shot gun shells. Pack it up with rock salt. Very effective.
Harry - Winchesters still suck though.
Ed - Affirmative. Suckage major.

Ed - The aforementioned super annoying Winchester douche-nozzles also taught us one other thing.

Zachariah - You should see my d├ęcolletage.
Dean - Gross, no thanks.

Dean - What's a slash fan?
Sam - As in Sam-slash-Dean. Together.
Dean - Like together-together?... They do know we're brothers, right?
Sam - Doesn't seem to matter.
Dean - Aw, come on, that's just sick.

Chuck - Dean, you look terrible
Dean - That's because I just got hit by a minivan, Chuck.

Chuck - Writing yourself into the story is one thing, but as a prophet? That's like M. Night level douchiness.

Dean - I'm starving, let's get breakfast.
Sam - Where? We're like two hours from anywhere.
Dean - But I'm hungry now.

Sam - Holy water?
Dean - Yep, one sip of Jesus juice and this evil bitch is going to be in a world of hurt.

Dean - Well now I'm thinking about dad sex. Stop talking.
Sam - Maybe he slipped one past the goaly
Dean - Dude!

Adam - How'd he die?
Sam - On the job.
Adam - Wasn't he a mechanic?
Dean - A car fell on him.

Sam - Look familiar?
Dean - Yeah, Anna used something like that to send the angels back to the cornfield.

Jimmy - Angel inside you, kind of feels like being chained to a comet.
Dean - Well, that sounds fun.
Jimmy - Understatement.

Sam - Sorry, this is funny to you?
Dean - Mr. big, bad prison guard Jimmy McMook gives you the slip? Yeah, its pretty funny. What were you doing anyway?
Sam - I was getting a Coke
Dean - Was it a refreshing Coke?

Sam - Nice plan, Dean
Dean - Yeah, well no one bats a thousand.

Dean - How long is this gonna go on?
Bobby - Let me just look it up in my demon detox manual. Oh wait, no one ever wrote one.

Bobby - Correct me if I'm wrong, but you willingly signed up to be the angel's bitch… I'm sorry, you prefer sucker?

Bobby - I thought you were on call for angel duty.
Dean - I am on call, in my car, on my way to murder the bitch.

Sam - Did you bust me out of that room?
Ruby - How could I? The whole thing is engineered to bite me in the ass.

Sam - She was looking for Lillith.
Dean - That's French for manipulating your ass ten ways from Sunday.

Dean - Yeah, I heard you. I'm not calling him.
Bobby - Don't make me get my gun, boy.

Bobby - Well, boo-hoo. I'm so sorry you got your feelings hurt, princess. Are you under the impression that family is supposed to make you feel good, make you an apple pie maybe? They're supposed to make you miserable. That's why they're family.

Zachariah - We want you focused and relaxed.
Dean - Well, I'm about to be pissed and leaving. Start talking, chuckles. 


Phew! So, that's it for season 4. I hope to follow it up with season 5 in the near future, but have got a bit of work on at the moment, so we'll see how I go. I'm also thinking of doing quotes from True Blood. Okay, yes, I'm a bit behind here, but True Blood is my latest obsession. And FYI, I am totally team Eric. A viking-turned-vampire? That's just too good to resist.
While I get back to work, feel free to drool over this picture here...

Friday, August 19, 2011

Fabulous Review for Severance

As Merrylee over at TwoLipsReviews.com promised, she's read and posted a review of Severance after reading and loving Sanctuary.
This review easily has the best compliments I have ever gotten in terms of my writing:
"Ms. Anastasi has that rare ability to draw a reader to the heart of a character's emotions and insecurities that so many authors wish they possessed. Her main characters are real, likeable, and easy to care about, and her sex scenes – better described as love scenes – are near poetry, they're so beautifully and eloquently written."
Read the full review here: 
http://www.twolipsreviews.com/content/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=6287&Itemid=36

You know, I'm always complaining to my critique partner how hard I find writing sex scenes. I think it stems from the fact that I obsess over them because I don't want them to be just another sex scene in another book. I want them to be the physical expression of love between my characters that I see them to be. And that doesn't make for easy writing! Its heartening to know that, at least with this reader, I'm hitting my mark. 
I've been having trouble concentrating today, but I've been working on Savior, the novella which will be coming out for the blog tour in November. I've managed to do 2000 words, but know I could have done more if I were being more productive (and not checking facebook and twitter every other minute). Thinking I might have too much story to fit into the 5000 words left I have to work with. Oh well, we'll see what happens!

Monday, August 15, 2011

Conference Wrap Up

The weekend is all finished and its back to real life.
Saturday I think my brain had overloaded and went off line. I'm completely serious people! As a result, by the time I got to my pitch with Kristin at 5pm on Saturday, I had nothing coherent to say. It didn't go as well as my pitch with Erika the day before. Still, Kristin requested to see the first three chaps and a query letter of The Last Shadow, which I'll be sending off sometime soon. I've already sent the requested material to Avon, so now all I can do is wait and see how that turns out.
I still can't believe how completely draining the weekend was. You wouldn't think sitting around listening to other people talk, or lounging somewhere in the Hilton drinking coffee and talking biz would be so exhausting. I'm already saving and making plans for next year on the Gold Coast. Though, I'm not going to aim for the whole weekend next time, maybe just Saturday and Sunday. With any luck, by then I won't need to be pitching or anything!
Got some good freebies and won myself some books. All in all, it was well worth the stress and nerves leading up to it. I only hope next year I can be more relaxed about things. But, knowing me, I probably won't be!

Friday, August 12, 2011

Day Two Romance Writers Australia Conference

Day two over and done with and while I didn't participates as much in workshops today, I'm still exhausted! Another great day today, so much fun I barely have words. I picked my critique partner up from the airport first thing this morning and from there the day was another blur of people and talking shop.
I had my pitch appointment with Erika Tsang from Avon just before lunch and went with my heart, though I knew it might be a risk. I talked to her about Atrophy and she requested the first 100 pages and a synopsis. Very exciting!
Late tomorrow afternoon I have the last pitch of the day and the entire weekend with Kristin Nelson and have taken some of the terror out of that. After I left my appointment with Erika I was lucky enough to bump into Kristin outside in the foyer, so took the opportunity to introduce myself.
This weekend has far exceeded my expectations. I knew it was going to be fun, but I didn't realize how much it would totally blow me away. I've always been enthusiastic about my work, but this has launched me into the realms of hyper.
Getting into things this week will be both hard and easy. Hard, because I think it'll be difficult to settle my mind back down into a work-state after having so much free fun, and easy because this has bolstered my confidence and enthusiasm.
And now I really need to go rest.
I have the awards dinner tomorrow night, so I probably won't do a conference wrap up post until Monday, I'm sure I'll have lots to say though!

Thursday, August 11, 2011

Day One - Romance Writers Australia Conference 2011 "From Here to Eternity"

So here I am, having just faced down the first day of my first ever conference. I knew it was going to be fun, but oh my god, I couldn't have imagined just how great it actually would be, putting faces to people whose names I'd seen on the loops over the years. And spending the day surrounded by other like minded authors when usually I spend my days working alone was no small thing.
Sorry if I'm not sounding all that competent right now, but today literally blew my mind. And I still have three more days of people and information to take in!
Today I also got to sit in a Q&A session with Kristin Nelson. The things she and others had to say about the state of the publishing industry was very interesting. Anyway, I have a pitch appointment with her Saturday afternoon, so it was good to see her before that happens. I'm just hoping I can explain my Shadow Hunter book in a way that not only makes sense, but sounds interesting enough that she'll want to see it.
Tomorrow around lunch time I have another pitch appointment with Erika Tsang from Avon. I've decided to take a bit of a risk and pitch Atrophy, (yes, I have mentioned this in a previous blog post) though I know Avon have never published anything remotely sci-fi romance. If all else fails, I can offer the Shadow Hunter novel.
Another person I got to see today was Angela James from Carina Press and after hearing her I think I'd like to query them as well. But, I have a lot on my plate right now, so that's not something I'll be doing in the very near future.
So, if you can't tell, my thoughts are all over the place tonight after seeing so much and hearing so much in one day. I can't believe how fast it all went. But that's always the way with things that are so much fun. I know the entire weekend will be over and done with before I know it and I really feel going forward from here, my thinking about my work and career will be changed for the better.
Now, if only I can make sure I get to every conference every year from here on out. Bring on Gold Coast 2012!

Monday, August 8, 2011

Cover Goodness!

Got the cover for Singularity this morning, so of course I'm all excited and slapping it up all over the place. And why not? I might be biased, but I think its just gorgeous! And that's all I've got to say this morning. Need to get some writing done... three sleeps until the conference. Eeep!


Sunday, August 7, 2011

Release Date for Singularity

Surfacing from my insane writing regime to announce I have a release date for the third book in the Sanctuary series -- Singularity. It will be coming out on the 17th of October. As soon as I have some cover art goodness to share, I'll be posting that up as well.
Singularity is gong to be closely followed by a novella, Savior. This story will be about Cadmiel, the angel of destiny who briefly appeared in Sanctuary. While Savior is set in the Sanctuary universe, it doesn't necessarily fit in with the time line of the other books, so doesn't need to be read as part of the series.
In Cadmiel's story, Archangel Michael forces the angel of destiny to travel five hundred years back in time to the year 2012. Cadmiel's assignment is simple, he has to change history by saving the only woman he ever loved, who was tragically killed a few short weeks after he met her. Cadmiel is forced to fight fate and his own sense of ethics, because he knows the perils of changing the past, no one can guess what affects it will have on the future. But once he's forced back, Cadmiel can't do anything other than follow his heart and knows he will do everything in his power to stop Emilyn from dying again.
This novella will be available sometime in late October/early November as part of the Timeless Desire Noble Romance Authors blog tour I'm participating in.
Depending on my workload, I then also hope to have the forth Sanctuary book, which is Drayke and Leandra's story, (working title) Sinner, out by January. But we'll see how I go with that!
So that's me. Four days out from the Romance Writers Australia conference and I still have about 30,000 words to write. Yes, I have admitted defeat and will have to write the last 20,000 or so in the week after the conference. And then I'll probably spend a couple of crazy days editing before sending it wherever it needs to go (assuming it gets requested).
Can't wait to spend next weekend with all the other RWA members attending the conference.