Again, I'm so sorry about the delay and I appreciate all the emails with your encouragement. They helped. Oh, goodness, they've helped so much.
Want to give a huge shout out to my girls again. My fierce girls that have read the pages as they were written, re-written, and forced into some semblance that resembled a book. I think they've all got a view that they'd never anticipated when it came to the writing process.
At least from this author.
Letting a novel go into publication reminds me of when J. and Jazz left home. My heart hurt when they left, just like it does now in allowing Crys and Gabe out into the world. I've had the same feelings with each of the books.
A kind of mourning.
A kind of 'if I've done my job right, then they'll be alright'.
And, those feelings come with the bubbling excitement of a parent releasing their young out into the big, wide world.
Fly, little ones, fly.
When I mourn, I clean.
But in cleaning, I found notes on a story idea from a year ago. In a notebook, college-rule, four divided kind of notebook.
"Jax's brother mean everything to him--parent, band-mate and best friend--so it's only natural that Jax's entire world is destroyed when his brother dies unexpectedly in an horrific car crash. With no home, no job and no marketable skills beyond 'Rock Star', Jax (known as the Eternal Teenager) needs to grow up in a hurry. "
There were 8 pages of notes on Jax's story.
I think it might be a good one.