This is my life right now:) Lots of creative clutter that comes after a book's release. But you only see part of the disarray. There's more! Strangely enough, I know where everything is. My desk is actually in another room. I won't show you that! Usually I 'm quite tidy so I can only bear this for a short time. Then it's back to dusting and sorting and subduing these stacks.Yes, that's Morrow you see there on the right. And Kaye Dacus's newest ~ Ransome's Crossing. I'm so anxious to see how William and Julia are weathering both the seas and their new marriage aboard ship:). I'm still on page 80-something in Heart's Awakening. But my real focus right now, aside from Morrow's debut, is the manuscript bottom left. Yep, that's The Colonel's Lady and I'm writing the epilogue. It's due next month but I like to turn it in a couple of days early.
This summer is off to a roaring start with Morrow in stores early. Some of you have finished the book, some are reading, some like Morrow's story more than Lael's, etc. I'm hearing all sorts of interesting things! Sorting through lots of email is always an interesting experience ~ I love hearing from readers.
You have stellar vision if you spied the box of books for the giveaway. I'll announce the first of four winners next Friday, June 18. If you have your copy or are still waiting, I'd love to know. If you're done, I'd love to know what scene or character you liked best or least! (Don't worry about spoilers or mark your post with an * to serve as a warning). Hearing what readers liked always makes an author's heart sing:) If you're tiring of Morrow, I promise to throw in some historical tidbits here and there to keep us all grounded.
On a non-bookish note, Wyatt officially ended 7th grade today! My homeschooled son survived a year of public school! More amazingly, his mom did:). Now we're off to a bridal shower, a violin recital, a fiddling jam, and who knows what else this weekend.
Bless you all!
By words the mind is winged. ~Aristophanes
I love the smell of book ink in the morning. ~Umberto Eco