Well, this year blows, am I right?
World-wide pandemic, Americans freaking out because they’ve been asked to wear masks when they go out, and apparently California is about to become a totalitarian state, if you listen to some people who don’t even live here.
I hate this summer. I’ve been in lockdown since March 13, and let me tell you, four months in the house with my wife and daughter? I love them, but I’m so tired of seeing only them.
I’m also upset about the things I can’t do this summer because of this stupid virus. A writer’s conference I was going to be attending in LA got cancelled in May, so that wasn’t fun. My daughter and I were going to take an archery class together, but that got cancelled. I was going to attend a book festival here in Sacramento last month, try to sell some books and meet some readers… nope.
On the plus side, I’m working on book 3, and that’s going better now than it had been going. The book is plotted, now I’m writing. I’m about 17,000 words in, so there’s a long way to go. This book will be a tiny bit different—instead of all one POV like book 1, or mostly one POV and a couple of chapters of another POV like book 2, book 3 will have three different POVs, all about equal in terms of number of chapters devoted to them. Tajen, Katherine, and Liam all have different journeys to make, so about half the book they’re apart, but when they come back together, well, that’s when the poop will really hit the blades, as they say. The end of the Remembrance War is coming!
Hang in there, fam. (I can’t believe I just said ‘fam.’ Yeah. I am never saying that again.)