Yesterday, I posted about selling my novella Sapphires and Gold.
Today, there were two more contracts in my email. Sold, to Forbidden Fiction, Hidden Things (book one of The Swords of Charlemagne), and the reprint rights to From Dusk ’til Dawn.
This:
Allergies suck.
Allergies that turn into sinus problems suck more.
Allergies that turn into sinus problems that turn into bronchitis need to not exist.
That:
Since I have bronchitis, I haven’t really been able to do much. My son has been having a lot more screen time than he usually gets in the summer, and I have had to stop exercising this week (if you follow me on Instagram, you know about my workouts). I have to rest, so I’ve been focusing on a sedentary activity — edits on Burden of Truth. Those should go back to Forbidden Fiction in the next few days.
The Other Thing:
Did you ever forget that you applied for something? I did. So having a contract arrive in my inbox was a very nice surprise this evening. I am pleased to be able to say that my BDSM vampire short story Layover will be appearing in the upcoming anthology Blood in the Rain II from Cwtch Press. This will be my first time working with Cwtch, and I’m looking forward to it!
…will mean something entirely different soon.
My newest novel, The School, has been acquired by Forbidden Fiction. Manuscript is delivered, contract is signed, edits will begin whenever they begin.
The School is a dark, post-apocalyptic fantasy, featuring my first ever Asexual character.* Very dark. REALLY dark. I went all in on the dark.** To the point that I had three beta readers back out when I warned them. Now, most of the time, I don’t know where the dark comes from. For this one, I do.
A year ago in December, my sister and her husband both caught that nasty flu. My sister ended up in the hospital, and I jumped on a plane and flew from Florida to North Carolina to help out with their daughters. Which involved taking the girls to church — three times in one day (Mass, rehearsals for the Christmas pageant for the younger, and religious education for the older one).
So, six times in one day, I passed the Stonewall Jackson Youth Development Center.
The history of this place is lurid at best. And not long after came the discovery of bodies at the Florida School for Boys.
Add them both together, and you have The School.
“Be a good boy, or you’ll get sent to The School….”
>…who apparently can’t read a contract. And because of that, a reprint sale that I thought I made won’t be happening.
Argh…