excitedAs of today, we are fifty days from the release of Pocket Apocalypse, the fourth book in the InCryptid series, and the second book narrated by Verity's older brother, Alexander Price. This is it for him, at least for right now; this is where he takes a bow and wanders off into the wings to do something else for a while. Verity will be taking over again for book five before she hands the baton off to their little sister, Antimony, to narrate books six and seven. And just the fact that I can type that sentence with a straight face proves that I am the luckiest girl in the world.
So where are we right now? Well, I'm gearing up for some more giveaways, some of which will be totally effort-free (RNG 4 LYFE), some of which will require a little more work (fan artists, start your engines). I'm editing book five, and prepping for book six, which is the first in my new two-book contract. Thanks to everyone who bought Half-Off Ragnarok and made it possible for me to write Antimony's books. Please keep reading, so I can keep going. I want to make it all the way to the end of this series.
I'm still not sure what I'm going to do as a pre-release countdown this time (or whether I'm going to do one at all). Suggestions are totally welcome! And of course, we'll have another new short story going up on the website around the time the book comes out, featuring another Johnny and Fran adventure. We're coming to the end of their time as the focus of our historical narratives. I'm excited to be moving on Alice and Thomas, one of my all time OTPs, but I'm going to miss Johnny and Fran.
Thank you all, so much. Thank you for allowing me to tell these stories. Thank you for being here. And thank you for buying my books. This was a series that had a very narrow market when it started, and you bought enough copies to make DAW see that it had an audience, and that I should get to continue. Soon, we'll break through the candy shell and expose the true darkness of what people keep assuming is my fluffiest universe. Soon.
I can't wait.
January 13 2015, 23:48:47 UTC 2 years ago
Being older and taller I was the one to stand on the bed to try and work it out, coming face to face with a huntsman casually hanging out up there.
Cue literal running, screaming, and the two of us sleeping with the light on (in the middle of the room) for about the next 6 months - until we moved to another town. (where parts of our back yard were frequently inhabited by 2 kinds of venomous spiders and one that might have been but I sure as hell was not going near either way :/)
That said, I was thanking my lucky stars I live in Western Australia, where we don't have funnel webs aka the ones who can bite through toenails.
Also rubber boots and they will chase you to do it, if one of my great-uncles was to be believed.
I remain convinced it should be more surprising that someone living in this country is *not* an arachnophobe xD
January 14 2015, 01:28:15 UTC 2 years ago
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