Okay, it’s been more than a few weeks since I’ve announced anything or posted pictures beyond my hobbies of knitting characters, and breeding shrimp. Not to mention the 20 yards of mulch in my driveway. You might even think I’ve been on vacation with those snapshots of palm trees and bike paths, and I will admit that that refilling the imagination well has figured into it. With no book coming out since, uh, yeah . . . it seems like somewhat of a dry spell, but believe me, work has been crossing my desk between the yarn patterns and McGyvering a better shrimp net. (More on that later. I finally have a new one I can’t wait to show off.)
Not to mention that those who know me well know I can keep a good secret. Heck, I’ve had long-time friendships that were known only to me. But at long last, I have a smidgen of book news to share.
Remember me talking about Meg a while back? Yep, my tireless and dogged agent Jennifer Jackson found a home for her, and PERFUNCTORY AFFECTION has been picked up by Subterranean Press. Meg’s story is a really odd length, about 40,000 words shy of what I’d call a full novel, but way beyond novella size, and because I was reluctant to pad it with fluff just to get it there, and — if everyone was honest – because it didn’t have Rachel in it, it was hard to place.
So there it is. PERFUNCTORY AFFECTION, sometime next year, and because it’s coming out through Subterranean Press, it will be a little pricy compared to what you might expect, and very, very worth it with heavy paper, beautiful detailing, and all the bells and whistles. (It will be in e-book as well.)
Meg deserves it. Her story is a little uneasy, a little queazy, and echoes in my head like thunder between mountains, soft and almost unheard in warning.
Please say yes!