In February 2018, I’m going to be 41. That’s pretty crazy
and almost unbelievable for me, but that’s not the focus of this essay.
I’m here to warn you about turning 40, and at the same time
do a quick sidebar about my own emotional journey this past year.
Let’s backpedal a bit, though. This year I have undergone
physical, emotional, and mental changes.
The physical changes are probably too detailed and personal
to really be comfortable for either of us, so let’s move on to the emotional.
Hello, faithful blog readers. It’s been a while since I have
posted on here, but a lot is going on.
First, I have finished the manuscript for Surreal 2, and
it’s in the editing/publication process.
Second, I am now working on more sequels, but the details
are coming in a moment.
This entry will be a little different from my usual delightful complaining. I’m participating in a sort of blog-tag with some author friends
of mine. We do this to wake each other up and ask that they step away from the
manuscripts to discuss the technicalities with the world.
Sorry I have been virtually nonexistent online these last few weeks.
I am zipping through my YA book, whose title I keep changing my mind about and will discuss with my publisher.
I have finished the skeleton draft long ago, and am a few chapters away from finishing rough draft #1. After that, I will be going over it a couple more times, and then I will turn it in to my publisher for them to review.
In the meantime, as this is my second book, my brain is reacting in ways I could have never forseen.