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Probably not, because I just got this huge box of books in.

Here’s a few of the Killing Honor books that came in. They’re slightly smaller than my hockey series books, but I really am liking the feel of them.

So, getting this box of books reminded me that some of them are earmarked for my current Goodreads giveaway, going on RIGHT NOW. I have a few extra that aren’t earmarked for conferences and signings, too, so there may be a few more giveaways in the future.

My monthly newsletter will be going out in about a week so if you’d like to be the first to know when Killing Honor is out (not to mention a chance to win a $25 gift card just for being on the list), sign up for it.

Giveaway ends March 26, 2014.

See the giveaway details

at Goodreads.

Enter to win

Writers don’t have an endless supply of money. There aren’t many businesses that do. But I saw this article on the Huffington Post, and it seems like everyone and their grandmother is coming out to say how awesome traditional publishing really is. But they always seem to do it in a way that disparages self-publishing, and I think that is what makes me angry inside. Because everyone is always “it has to be MY way, because YOUR way is wrong!” But running a business is your personal choice, and how you run your business is… well, your business.

So i’m going to take that articles points one at a time, because I feel the need to respond.

I don’t disagree with this point. But the author’s article is wrong on basic facts in this section and obviously didn’t do her research for this article. It makes it hard to take her seriously. For one, there are still FIVE major publishers: Simon & Schuster, Harper Collins, Penguin Random House, Macmillan, and Hachette.

Publishing can be expensive, but a little creativity (which writers have in spades) can take your costs down. It doesn’t have to cost $5000. For my most recent book, I bartered to take the costs down. I’m a rich person, and I never have a lot of capital sitting around. So to get my book edited twice, I bartered off my graphic design skills. Two Facebook headers, and two book covers later, I had my book edited. I do my own covers, and formatting is an easy skill to learn. I use Jutoh, which compiles and creates several eBook formats. The program cost me $40, which I have more than earned out over the two books I’ve published since, and the multitude of new versions I’ve made and updated.

Uh, duh. I’m sorry, really? This is a point? I think this woman is still thinking of vanity publishing when it comes to self-publishing, where the author spends thousands to put their book in print and three hundred copies sit in their garage. Then came the internet and you know, technology.

“Self-publishing is great for authors with an existing fan base that is very large. President Obama (then Senator Obama) admitted that until his keynote address at the Democratic National Convention, his 1995 self-published memoir, Dreams from My Father, remained stacked up in his basement…”

Obviously, I cannot agree with this. With the exception of a single short story in an anthology, I’ve only self-published and while I’m not pulling in six figures, I’m solidly mid-list. I really think this woman is mixing up self-publishing with vanity publishing, because I can guarantee I don’t have a stack of books in my garage or basement (if I had a basement.) I know several debut authors that did well self-publishing, some are pulling in seven figures a year, some are pulling in a decent five figures.

Yeah, I’d agree with this. It’s not an easy thing to master. Some people go to school for YEARS to get their Bachelors or their MBA and then they’re not even experts in marketing. But again, with this article, the author STILL gets facts wrong.

Like this:

Providing advanced copies to booksellers can be problematic for self-published titles, especially with publishers like Createspace that do not offer pre-distribution copies.

Uh, you can do that. All you have to do is order proof copies before the book is live. OR… You can turn off the sales channels and order the copies before making the book live on the retailer sites. I feel like she doesn’t understand the level of control that people can have with self-publishing, if they want.

Wait… what?

The majority of bookstores will not stock self-published books.

Well, the majority of bookstores don’t stock a lot of traditionally published books either.  This is something the Big Five brought on by doubling the number of titles they put out. If you publish 40,000 titles and bookstores only have room for 20,000 titles on their shelves? You better believe that some books are going to be lost in the mix.

Print on Demand book publishers do not offer the same deep discount on volume sales as traditional publishers; nor do they allow books to be returned.

This isn’t true at all. All my books are marked returnable and have a 55% discount, which is attractive and less risky for bookstores. In fact, since I changed from a short discount to the 55%, I’m selling more print units. While this is something that I’d not really focused on, since the majority of my business is digital, it’s a healthy secondary income source.

For the most part, I do agree with this section of the article. There were a couple things that bugged me about it though.

Everything — and I do mean everything — about the book needs to be vetted with the target audience. This kind of data is what traditional publishers have at their fingertips.

Uh, maybe they have this data, but I’m not sure they’re using it. CJ Lyons mentioned on a podcast last year that she took the data she’d gathered on her self-publishing books to her publisher, and they had no idea. They didn’t have that data. But that makes sense for them, because they’re not marketing directly to consumers. They’re marketing to the distributors, and the bookstores, which is a different market, for sure.

So basically, this article is telling people that selling books is more than marketing to friends and family. Great. I knew that already.

Maybe it’s because of the high count of inaccuracies, or the lack of fact checking, but I had a hard time taking this article seriously, but it was interesting, or I wouldn’t have taken the time to write this post.

Now, I’m not anti-traditional. I think everyone needs to find their own path. And for some, that’s getting a publisher to pick up the work. But there are others, like me, that prefer all the control we get from self-publishing. While it is a business decision, it’s also a personal one. What does your situation dictate? As always, do your research, especially when you decide to write for the HuffPo.

What did you guys think?

Yes, it’s my cover reveal day! Woohoo! If you are on my newsletter, you’ve already seen this cover, but really, it needs another look, you know? I think this might be my favorite cover to date. But I think that I say this about all my covers…

I so love this cover, y’all. I still want to pet it every time I see it. That’s a win in my book. Let me know what you think in the comments.

Killing Honor will also be out in print, available at all major retailers online, and orderable through your local bookstore.

Title: Killing Honor

Series: Lucky Thirteen, #1

Genre: New Adult Romantic Suspense

Cover Design: Shield Creative Designs

Release Date:  March 24, 2014

eISBN: 978-1-938927-12-6

Print ISBN: 978-1-938927-13-3

Series Website: Lucky Thirteen

**A BRAND-NEW SERIES OF NEW ADULT MILITARY ROMANCES FROM S.M. BUTLER**

Only she ignites the passion within him…

Navy SEAL Brody Battles’ last mission ended with him shot twice. He’s made enemies he’d like to forget ever existed all over the world. He’s more than ready to go home to the family he left behind, but when he returns, he faces sleepless nights, a possible security breach and the fear that his family has moved on without him.

Only he fills the void left in her heart…

Marrying her childhood sweetheart sounds like a fairy tale dream come true, but not for Devyn. Thanks to his job, her husband has been off on a secret mission for so long, he’s never even seen his daughters in person. But now he’s back, and the fairy tale life is in sight, but Devyn’s not sure the man that returned is the same man who left.

…and only death will quench their enemy’s thirst for revenge.

Stitching their broken family back together proves difficult when nightmares and secrets build a wall between them. And while they’re adjusting to being a family again, an enemy waits in the shadows, salivating for the sweet taste of revenge.

This New Adult title includes adult situations and language and may not be suitable for readers under 18 years.

Add the book on Goodreads!

And for a special treat, here’s the unedited version of the first chapter.

Brody

Gunfire hailed around us, tearing up the drywall of the expensive mansion. The three of us were pinned in the hallway. The ambush had happened too fast for us to react, especially since Dylan Urban and I were the only ones armed.

Our charge, the NSA agent we came to rescue, was sandwiched between us. Cadence Long had been captured. Lucky Thirteen, as we unofficially  called our team, had been called to save her ass. Of course, I hadn’t expected us to also need our asses saved.

Across the hall, my teammates Murphy and Hardy were getting antsy. They’d saved our ass when we were pinned down,  but with the added gunfire, it looked like they were stuck with us now. The heavy fire we drew made it difficult to return fire without exposing ourselves.

“Great. What do we do now?” Cadence asked. For a captured agent, she’d proven rather mouthy. But our orders were clear. She was the priority. She had to be retrieved. She must have had some dicey secrets in that red head of hers. We just weren’t expecting the welcome wagon to meet us at the front door.

“We hang tight for another minute,” Urban snapped at her. “Maybe next time the NSA can retrieve their own folks.”

“Bet my guys wouldn’t end up in the middle of an ambush.” She shot back, and pulled the pistol from Urban’s holster on his vest. He glared at her, but she gave him the same look back. “Look, you need more firepower. And the gun’s just sitting there.”

“She’s got a point, man,” I said. Urban’s glare turned to me.

“Just make sure I get my gun back,” he replied.

“Did you guys come alone, too? Just the four of you? Because that’s stupid. I didn’t take SEALs for stupid.” Was bitching all this woman could do?

I rolled my eyes as I slid a full magazine into place on my rifle. “We’re never alone, lady.” More gunfire and screams from down the hall echoes through the space, followed by loud explosions beyond our range. I glanced down at my watch. Two minutes in. I turned to Urban. “They’re thirty seconds early.”

Urban chuckled. “Probably thought we’d kill them all before they got here.”

I glanced across the hall at the other two men. Both Murphy and Hardy nodded, acknowledging exactly what I’d thought. Time to go. We’d have to make a push for it, which if Simon Giroux’s men were taking fire from the other side, it’d give us an advantage to do it with. Murphy and Hardy would have to take point to draw fire so we could get Cadence out.

They fanned out, taking advantage of the lull of gunfire directed at us. Urban nodded toward me. “Battles goes first, then you, and I’ll bring up the rear.” He grinned as his eyes drifted down Cadence’s body. “And such a nice rear it is.”

“Eyes up, soldier.” Cadence’s eyes narrowed. “Focus.”

“I’m not a soldier, I’m a SEAL. There’s a lot to focus on here.” Urban replied. Of all of us, Urban was probably the biggest whore ever. Apparently, this meant he had to flirt with the mission target. We’d probably hear about it from Lieutenant Nelson later when the NSA complained.

“Okay, okay. Let’s get out of here before she kills you.”

She released the safety on the gun. “I am not incapable of defending myself, even against big, bad SEALs.”

A chuckle bubbled up inside me but I caught it before it could escape. Urban looked wrecked, like he didn’t know what to make of her.  “We have one more room to get through to the chopper. Let’s go, or our window of escape is gone.”

Her eyebrows pinched together in disapproval, but she pushed off the wall. I took point, counting on Urban to keep her within reaching distance as we entered the next room.

~*~*~

The room was decimated, several of Giroux’s men lying on the floor, many of them in a puddle of blood. The stink of bile lifted from the room, wafting through my nostrils. Cadence covered her nose and mouth with one hand, her other tightly wrapped around the butt of the pistol.

I took stock of the room. Murphy and Hardy had been busy. Urban was the first to speak. “You guys get all the fun!”

Murphy’s head turned, and I could almost feel the glare from the other side of his darkened visor. He stepped toward the outside door. “Chopper in one minute.”

Hardy put his hand on the small of Cadence’s back. “Let’s get you better protected.”

She didn’t argue with him, which was interesting. Apparently, she understood she had no gear, where we were better protected by Kevlar vests and helmets and such. He nudged her toward the exit.

Our small reprieve from fighting vanished as the entire wall opposite us blew. Hardy slammed his body hard into Cadence, shielding her as three more men came into the room through the rubble. Gunfire boomed around us. Hardy opened fire, as Murphy did too. That’s when I saw the fourth man coming in with a knife. He headed directly for Cadence. I fired my gun as I dove for cover, sending two shots directly into the man’s chest. He dropped right in front of her, hard. She looked stunned for a second, before Urban pushed her into a small inset of the wall and shoved her down.

An inhuman scream erupted from another one of the men. I realized it came from one of the enemy, one that wasn’t the man I thought she was. She wore a mask, covering her head and all but her eyes. The woman lunged after me. A shot rang out, the flash of light from her pistol, and sharp pain ricocheted in my side. I stumbled back, stunned. Someone yanked on my headgear. The chin strap gave under the pressure and the helmet fell away.

Shit. I was exposed. I swept my foot back before I lost my balance and tripped the guy who’d grabbed me. He came after me, his fist raised. I grabbed his wrist and pulled him forward and knocked him off balance. I slammed my first into his jaw, his head snapping to the side before he crumpled to the floor.

The woman raised her gun toward me. The world slowed to a crawl. A shot rang out, and she dropped to her knees. Blood soaked her designer clothes. Her eyes, piercing blue and tinged red with rage and fury, froze me in my place. She fired her gun. The force of the bullet slamming into me almost knocked me off balance, sharp pain slicing into my shoulder. I glanced up from her just as Cadence fired her gun into the woman’s chest. Hatred from her eyes wrapped around me and squeezed, and then she collapsed.

The next thing I knew, Murphy was beside me, helping me to my feet. My shoulder screamed in agony, as did my side. I forced myself to stand, which in retrospect wasn’t the best idea. I fucking hurt. I looked at my shoulder first, the blood bubbling around the hole the bullet had caused. I touched the wound on my side, my fingers coming away with blood.

Oh, shit.

“I’ve been shot,” I said, to no one in particular. I wasn’t completely registering it yet. I was still working on registering the pain. “I’m in shock, I think.” Were you supposed to know when you were in shock?

“We have to go.” Murphy’s no nonsense voice broke through my confusion. I glanced at him, still holding up my bloodied hand. “Can you walk?”

I blinked at him. Then it registered. “Right. Walk. Yes.”

“You good to go?”

I tried to move my shoulder, winced when a sharp pain sliced through my arm. “I’ll be okay. Let’s go.” My vision swam as soon as I took a step and fell. Someone caught me before I faceplanted, but I wasn’t sure who had.

“Shit, he’s bad.” That was Dylan’s voice. I knew that one. He was close, so he was probably who’d caught me.

“Chopper’s here. We have to go.” Hardy. I mentally checked off the names in my head.

“Give me your gun,” Murphy commanded. I looked up at the darkened visor above me, realizing he was talking to me.

“No. I’m fine.” I tried to stand up but he stopped me.

“Just give it to me.”

Reluctantly, I handed it over. He took it and checked the magazine. He looked at Cadence. “You shot M4s before?”

She nodded. “Qualified expert last test.”

“Good. Be better than expert,” he said and handed the gun to Cadence. Her slender fingers wrapped around it, familiar hands going through the gun inspection, even though Murphy had just done it. My face burned. Actually all of me was starting to burn. Maybe Murphy was right. Maybe I wasn’t okay. He turned back to me. “Your arm’s tore up, Battles. And I’m not sure what your ribs look like yet. You’re not okay. You’re not fine. Chopper’s landing now. She’s healthy. Let her cover you. We’ll get you home.”

I scowled, but nodded. Murphy was the team leader. I wasn’t going to argue with him, especially since the throbbing in my arm was getting worse. It wasn’t exactly protocol to let the mission objective cover her rescuer. Murphy was a strait-laced kinda guy. If he broke protocol, then there was a reason for it.

I didn’t remember much about getting out of there. I remembered the wind from the whipping blades of the chopper. I remembered Hardy grabbing me and pulling me into the chopper. He set me down and grabbed my face so I had to look at him. “Hey, asshole, I told Devyn I’d get you home in one piece, so pull yourself together, okay? No dying on me today.”

I think I nodded, I’m not sure. My world started to shrink and grow distant. There were people talking, but I couldn’t hear what they were saying unless they were right in front of me. I leaned back against bulkhead of the chopper as it lifted off the ground. A soft hand touched my face. I opened my eyes, seeing the brilliant auburn hair, framing a freckled face with green eyes. I knew that face. I smiled. “Devyn.”

“You’re going to be okay.” She said, as a cool wet cloth touched my forehead. I nodded, and then as a sharp pain invaded my side, I groaned and tried to pull away. The beat of the chopper blades took over my consciousness, matching the race of my heartbeat. “Easy, it’s all right. We’re just cleaning up to see what it looks like there. Everything is okay.”

“Devyn…” I moaned. “Love you.”

“I…” A pause. “He keeps saying Devyn. Who’s Devyn?”

There was another pause, and then Hardy’s voice broke through the haze. “His wife. Just rest, Brody. We gotcha.”

I didn’t close my eyes, but it was getting foggy again. I focused on the ceiling of the chopper. There wasn’t anything particularly interesting about it, but it gave me something to concentrate on. I counted rivets, forcing myself to stay conscious. If I squinted just hard enough, I could see Devyn’s face smiling down at me.

The funny thing was it never occurred to me that it was a strange thing that Devyn was on the chopper until much later.

So, someone emailed me this week to ask when the best time to buy my books are. Some authors give their fans instructions on when to buy their books and in what format. You know what? My answer is whenever you want and whatever format is comfortable for you. By large, most of my books sell in e-format over print, but I still offer print, because it’s worth it to give my readers that option. How other authors interact with their fans is their business, not mine. But me? A sale is a sale. It’s long been debunked that ebook sales aren’t reported to the Big List Makers (NYT or USAT) because I have friends whose ebook only books hit those lists. This is not a huge concern anymore, but it’s come up to me a couple of times, and since this is my space to chat with you guys, I thought it would be good to address it.

Don’t worry about what format gives me the biggest cut. Buy for your comfort and your convenience. Because as long as it’s a sale, you’re supporting me as an author, and I’m very grateful. And if you bought my book secondhand from a bookstore? Awesome. Send me a picture, because I get a kick out of seeing my book on the shelves of a used bookstore.

Buying a book should be a pleasant experience, not a chore that some author assigned you. Buy when you want to buy and for some people, when they CAN buy. That’s all I ask. My eBooks will be out there for years to come. They won’t be off the shelves or out of print any time soon. Don’t spend your last $2 buying my book when you should be putting it in your gas tank to get to work.

So there’s that. It’s been on my mind this week, and I wanted to get that out there so there’s no question of how I feel about this. Now on to more fun things.

This morning Team USA and Team Russia hockey teams played. What a nail biter, you guys. It’s not even an elimination round and I’m going crazy already. I don’t know how I’m going to take this next week. I mean, that was just a crazy tense game, and it went into shootouts which are always nail biters!

Good thing I have some books to concentrate on.

I started Lucky Thirteen #2 on Thursday. I’m very excited about this book. Murphy is an interesting character. He has this facade that he puts out for everyone to see, but inside, he’s completely different. Brody had somewhat of a similar quality, but I think it’s more pronounced in Murphy and that’s making him so interesting to write.

So, we’re five weeks out from the release of Killing Honor. The cover comes out tomorrow, but if you’re in Certain Places, or on my newsletter, you may have seen the cover already. So, with the release of the cover, I’m going to start posting the first ten chapters of the book on Wattpad. That’s almost half the book, people. So, two days a week (Mondays and Thursdays, if you’re curious) you’ll get Brody and Devyn awesomeness on Wattpad. TEN chapters of SEAL goodness, folks.

Follow Me on Wattpad

I’m still recruiting for the Rockstars! If you’d like to read my books for free, are willing to post an honest review on the major sites (Goodreads, Amazon, iTunes, B&N, Kobo, ect.) and would like to be part of a small but awesome Rockstar community on Facebook, I’d love to have you. Just fill out the application before the end of the month and I’ll start contacting folks during the first two weeks of March.

I have a standing offer for reviews. If you have read and have reviewed my book online, send me the link via this form, and I’ll send you your choice of any book in my backlist as a personal thank you.

Okay, I think I’ve monopolized enough of your weekend. Go forth and enjoy it. I’m going to go work on Murphy’s book for a while and watch more Olympic hockey. Latvia and Sweden are playing now.

So, I put this call out on social media a few days ago and I included it in my newsletter, but I’m going to repeat it here for my blog subscribers.

The hardest part about being an author is getting visibility. To that effect, I want to create a tight-knit community of awesome people to help me get reviews and get the word out about my books. Basically, I need people to read my books and give me a review on the major retailers, Goodreads, and talk my books up to their friends.

In return, they’ll get my books for free, they’ll have input on covers, excerpts, and special swag no one else gets. Plus, I’ll organize a Rockstar meet up at every event I’m at this year.

All you have to do is fill out the application, and I’ll get back to you once I get the Facebook group set up.

What are you waiting for? Be a Rockstar now. :) 

It’s been pretty cold here in Texas. Or rather, for Texas, it’s cold. We actually just had snow a few days ago.

I know, it’s nothing compared to what Northerners get, but this is a Big Deal for Texans. We don’t do snow here. Winter is a weird thing that happens in the span of a week in February.

You have to understand how Texas is structured. Okay, we don’t have snow plows. We don’t have chains for our cars. We don’t have truckloads of salt sitting in wait.

What we have are highways. Lots of overpasses. Lots of bridges.

So snow isn’t so much the danger that we face as it is the ice. Because we’re such a warm area, the snow melts during the day, and then freezes back over into solid ice at night. Which makes rush hour the next morning super dangerous. So when it ices over here, the state pretty much shuts down. No work, no school, lots of closed places.

Anyway, today’s kind of a lazy day. I’m watching the Olympics, and generally just relaxing a little. I finished Killing Honor, and it’s all formatted and stuff. It should be available to everyone by March 24, though I expect that it will be available for pre-order before that.

Speaking of Killing Honor, the cover reveal will be coming up February 17th, so stay tuned for that next week. Don’t forget that newsletter subscribers get one of the first peeks of the cover AND they’ll be getting the first chapter in the next newsletter. So if you’re not on the list, you should be. It goes out Monday morning!

I’m now recruiting a group of 20 people to be Rockstars for my books. What this entails is just an elite group of people who get to read the book early, will review honestly, and post their reviews on the major retailer sites. In return, they’ll get the book swag before everyone else, and I’ll order special swag just for them. If you’re interested, go ahead and fill out this form. In the future, I may open it up to more than 20 people, but I’m trying not to overwhelm myself right now.

Now that I’ve put Killing Honor to bed, I’m starting work on Wounded Courage, the second Lucky Thirteen novel. The first draft is already written, but like Killing Honor, it needs a major overhaul. I imagine there will be many hair-pulling sessions in my near future.

I’m writing a short story for an anthology as well. I’m thinking this might be a Texas Highlander story, but I haven’t decided who will star in it yet. But that’s coming up, as well as the next Texas Highlander book, Scoring His Heart. Like O Christmas Three, Scoring His Heart is a menage story, following up on where Heart and Snow left off. If you’ve read Heart and Snow, I imagine you can guess who the menage will include. I’m unsure of a release date right now, because it’ll depend on how the writing goes, but I’m angling for a summer release.

I think that’s all the news I have so far. There’s a bit more, but I’m saving that for the newsletter.

You know, I wrote my first hockey romance because I couldn’t find but one or two authors who wrote it. I scoured the shelves, wanted so much to read more, but the content just wasn’t there. Perhaps it wasn’t a big enough niche, I don’t know.

These days there are more and a bunch of us got together to bring more awareness to hockey romance, and hopefully more eyes on our books.

I hope you’ll check out our new website, Hockey Romance, and our Facebook page so you can be part of the conversation there.

I hope you’ll go visit all the authors in the blog hop today and see how awesome sports romance is.

1. Cassandra Carr

2. Jami Davenport

3. N Kuhn

4. Liz Matis

5. VL Locey

6. Laurie Peterson writing as Laurie Terson

7. Michel Prince

8. Jean Joachim

9. Kate Willoughby

10. Lily Harlem

11. Donna Gallagher

12. Normandie Alleman

13. Keira Andrews

14. Melanie Ting

15. Raw Talent Series

16. Bianca Sommerland

17. Suzan Butler

18. Megan Linden

I’ve been really pushing revisions lately. This book is due at the end of the month to betas and I’m really sweating it now. Luckily, I have my lovely companion, Moxie the Boxer to motivate me.

Yeah. I’m not getting solidarity from her. Mostly, she makes me want to curl up with her and take a nap.

Anyway, I’ve been tracking the times when I’m most productive, in some weird attempt to be better. You know what’s interesting? Turns out, I’m most productive when I CLOSE ALL THE WINDOWS ON MY DESKTOP.

Weird, huh?

Anyway, I’m going to try this strange new tactic in a bizarre attempt to be more prolific and get books done in a more reasonable time.

I leave you with this hilarious Day of the Doctor clip set to the theme of Friends.

So I’ve been working on a new blog specifically for New Adult fiction. There’s a lot of places to go for adult romance, and even for YA stuff, but there’s very little out there specifically for NA. It’s just too new of a movement. So I’m doing my part and trying to help spread the word.

Today the blog went live… well, it was already live, but now there’s actually activity and stuff on it now.

I’m doing a huge giveaway this week with all kinds of NA authors giving away books, so come check out the goodies. And Like the Facebook page while you’re at it.

Oh, and there might be an early eARC of Killing Honor up for grabs. No delivery until early March (I have to finish this revision first), but you’ll get it before it’s even out on NetGalley.

This week’s been really busy for me, writing-wise. I’m working on first round revisions on Killing Honor, which means that I finished the first draft and now I’m actually turning it into a real book. I write really short drafts the first time around, which is why I call them zero drafts. So first round revisions mean that I’m adding a lot of word count. It’s not uncommon for my books to double wordcount during this stage.

I’m also about a week behind, and that’s my fault. Because there were several days (about a week’s worth altogether) that i just didn’t want to work. I can still finish on time. That’s not a problem. I’m just kinda stressing about it right now.

If you get my newsletter, you already know about the new series coming out this spring. That’s what I’m working on now. But since they’re still in the early stages, I just don’t feel like it would be right to tell you guys exact release dates. I will tell you right now, all three books have covers, and they are AMAZING. I love them so much. I sometimes open up the cover for inspiration when I don’t feel like working on the book. That’s how much I love them.

Anyway, I’m kinda rambling today because I have Revision Brain so I’m going to go work on revisions and you guys… well… I’m going to leave this Day of the Doctor/Friends theme mashup video right here. Because it’s awesome.