Tweety Hat a Tecret
I am weeks away from finishing The Dead Shall Live, Volume Two of The Fury Triad. I’m waiting for editorial notes to guide me on final polishes.
Being that close feels strange and euphoric and stressed and nervous. This is where the magic happens in my writing process, and words spring to my fingertips that I had no idea were there. Characters speak truths I do not know. Threads whip together in an intricate pattern, and I pretend I’d planned it all along.
And Persephone shocked me.
I can’t stop thinking about it. It made me shake, tremble, and at the same time want to dance with ghastly, diabolical glee.
She took over.
And as time passes, I get more nervous. More excited.
And yes–more proud.
And I have backed up my files three ways to Sunday because I’m paranoid about losing it.
And I saved it to Tweety Bird.
And you know what that means.
Tweety knows how it ends.
But he’s not telling.
He’s one tough little birdy.
I must get back to work.
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A version of this was originally posted 18 months ago. Yes, I hang my head in shame, except–
The results of the extra time have resulted in something so fabulous I can hardly contain it.
Someday maybe I’ll try to explain what blew up in my life and threw the entire book off course. Or maybe I won’t. Maybe you don’t really need or want to know. Just know that progress is apace!