Okay, it isn’t really. But it is a little, and the song is stuck in my head, so there you go.
I have started the Unholy Ghosts sequel. And it’s very scary.
Not the book–well, hopefully the book. I think my first chapter is pretty tension-filled and creepy. But the writing itself. What if this one isn’t as good as the first? Now that I have Shiny Special Agent, will I be able to keep him? (I’m also waiting for his notes on UG–he said there’s not a lot of work that wants doing, but I’m still nervous about it.) Am I ever going to be able to write anything that good again, or was it a one-book wonder?
Then there’s fitting backstory in, which is never fun. And worrying that this story is less original than the first. Or that it’s too different, or not different enough. I already scrapped about a thousand words written last night (in my defense they were written when I was tired and it was late). After the first draft of UG was so lovely and clean I thought for sure I’d cracked that problem. Ha ha! That’s a good joke on me.
But then, I started Demon Inside six or seven times before I got a first chapter that pleased me. So I guess I should be glad that my first chapter feels pretty set now, huh?
Oh, I have a whole bunch of endnotes today, two items I forgot to mention on Friday and a couple of other things too.
1. Jaye Wells has been doing Adopt-A-Vampire month at her blog. I’ll be posting there this week, but stop by before then and read all the fantastic posts from other vampire lovers!
2. I have revamped (heh heh) the Stacia Kane website. Let me know what you think!
It’s Book Club Week at the League of Reluctant Adults blog this week and next week: This week we’re doing Anton Strout’s Dead to Me, and next is Mark Henry’s Happy Hour of the Damned. *I* am handling the moderation duties (I’m starting in a few hours), so be sure to stop by and make fun of me. And talk about Anton’s book, which I’m sure you’ve all read, right?
It snowed here yesterday. Big, fat, flakes. They didn’t stick, but it was certainly pretty (it snowed on Saturday when we were in Bristol too, but the flakes weren’t as big.)