It has been a while since our last talk, but I trust you’ve had an exciting summer. Me, myself? I have been busy writing and promoting my book series, playing tag with a couple Hollywood execs who have shown slight interest in my works, and even visiting several libraries in the Midwest (me and Nutmeg) who have my first two books on their shelves and asked if I’d make an appearance for a reading. It’s been fun answering questions from curious minds, and extremely entertaining all at the same time. I’ve learned a lot about myself not only as a writer, but as a invisible character in my own ‘Perfect World’.
Which brings me to my topic of the day: heartbreak…
You see, as I sat typing this love letter to you with my third book in front of me, face up on the dining room table…
Perfect: The Fray
I am brought to sadness because of my next career move. I’ve have read it multiple rounds and by the time I’ve reach 'The End' I am elated and cheerful by the ride, then when the massive high descends I slowly find my self wallowing in unexpected self-doubt and a hint of sheer fear. Is my baby ready to escape the nest to fend on its own? Did I leave it all on the field, so to speak? (i.e. blood, sweat, tears and raw imagination)
Oh sure, I have been blessed to have thousands of copies placed into thirsty readers hands since the release of book one, but what does that really mean?
Exhausted, while trying to find some clarity of it all I have come to the conclusion that I can’t just leave it to chance. I must re-evaluate my efforts and dissect my writing to ensure I can look myself in the mirror and be pleased with this body of work. 95% on point is just not close enough to perfect.
I have decided to scratch my September release of book three and do a page-1 rewrite, as well as take in consideration my fleshed-out ideas for a fourth book. For any readers looking forward to book three I apologize for the wait, please don’t give up on the Perfects of the world, who are depending on you to save them from those evil Fearians.
As my Sorority girlfriends tell me: If you’re going to come, come correct or don’t come at all. And I like coming (pun intended), it just this time its going to take some extra time to get me there.
Until then, hug a writer.
I love writing fiction, screenplays and playing Call of Duty online at 4am in the morning!