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This fall has been snuggly for me. Sometimes when the weather turns chilly and such, I get super-energized and get a ton of projects done... this year has been much more about hiding under the blankets with a cat on my lap. Luckily, the thing I need to get done the most (editorial revisions for ALMOST FINAL CURTAIN) can be done in such a position. I've been working slowly on that, though, which I think may be a good thing. Usually, I rush through editorial changes and only re-read the part of the book that the editor has specifically pointed to as needing work. This time I'm re-reading the whole thing and re-working things I normally don't even pause to look at. Consequentally, I think this will be a much stronger revision than I've done for a long time (on a book, coincidentally, that I like a lot.... which probably means it will be the first to go out of print.)

Speaking of out of print, I went looking to buy a copy of Archangel Protocol from my Japanese Publishe because one of my Facebook penpals is learning Japanese and I thought it would be a nice surprise to send her a copy. To my dismay I discovered that my book seems to be out-of-print from them as well.



This discovery made me unaccountably sad. I mean, as Tate Hallaway, I have a plethora of books in print in a handfull of other languages (granted many of the foregin sales have actually been for the anthology MANY BLOODY RETURNS,) but there was just something depressing about the fact that as me, Lyda Morehouse, I completely failed to stay in print anywhere in the world.

Okay, okay, I know that's silly, especially with a new book coming out from Mad Norwegian in March 2011, but, I think it's about all the shiny hope you have as a new writer. Archangel Protocol was my baby, and I had a lot of hope that it would be the kind of book that would, well, okay, in my wildest fantasies (and everyone has them, admit it,) that would make me the next J. K. Rowling, you know? Or at least land me a spot on the NYTimes bestseller list. And, the book did REALLY WELL, but it just didn't become that smash hit me (or my publisher) wanted.

I should be happy, and I am, that I'm still managing to make a living (mostly) as a writer. Tate Hallaway continues to do really well. In fact, I just heard from my publisher that her newest, ALMOST TO DIE FOR, has been picked up by a Russian publisher, which is super-cool, because I have a very small hope of actually being able to parse out my name on the cover as I took exactly one semester of Russian in college twenty-odd years ago.

I guess I'm just feeling jealous of my psuedonym again. This happens every once and a while and it's an incredibly odd sensation. I totally hate that b*tch. ;-)