That’s the saying, right?
Okay, well, you should still jot those dates down, because coming up on December 1, JUST CALL ME IS: AN INTRODUCTION TO MINDFULNESS is hitting Amazon in both print and e-versions.
Then on December 27, THE TIMELESS TALE OF PETER ABLE (Book 2 in the Peter Able series) will be released!
Applause! Horray! Celebrations! Felicitations!
Spread the word, and feel free to pre-order your copies today.
(Not to toot my own horn, but these two books in particular are actually my FAVORITE two books I’ve ever written. Just sayin’.)
GOD, do I have some updates for you guys.
First off – typing
is just more fun.
Second – I may well have
Because, see, not only have I decided to go ahead and release one book this year — that would be too easy — but I’ve decided to release FOUR.
So here’s what’s going on:
July 7 of this year, I released my first self-published book, THE WOODS. It is a dark YA fantasy, with a whole lot of whimsy and an extra serving of weird.
Currently – as in right now, MATTHEW TEMPLETON AND THE ENCHANTED JOURNAL is up for a publishing deal with Kindle Press. You can “nominate” this Middle Grade fantasy adventure by clicking here.
*Middle Grade is a pretty hard sell with Kindle Press, so if it doesn’t make, I will go ahead and self-publish – BUT I’d love you to “nominate!”
Speaking of Kindle Scout nominations, THANKS to everyone who did nominate the second in the The Fantastic Fable of Peter Able series, because it will be coming out this fall. Link to the Amazon page forthcoming! (THE TIMELESS TALE OF PETER ABLE)
AND finally – I’ve just ended a Kickstarter for my book, JUST CALL ME IS: AN INTRODUCTION TO MINDFULNESS (for kids). It was a smashing success, and so this book will be released December of this year.
When it rains, it pours. And I’m makin’ it rain. (Seriously, though, I’m fully aware that I’ve given myself this insane workload – I only hope you enjoy 🙂 )
And now – a nap.
What’s this? You want me to elaborate? I thought the message was pretty clear in the title of the post, but okay, large and empty box…
Book Two is done.
I’d been putting it off for the past two months, since I got back from my summer in London. Why? Probably because not having finished editing it kept it going for me – tied me, in an odd way, to the UK, where I wrote the bulk of it. Because once the edits are done, that means it’s no longer a work in progress, but a complete work – and then what?
What to do when a child leaves the house for good? When the wolf I’ve been raising since he was a puppy must go back into the wild? What, Jack London, WHAT?!
Well, I could do what many newly set-free parents (or wolf caretakers) do – take up some sort of new addiction to fill the time: shopping, drinking, making long distance prank phone calls to China.
Or I could simply write a new book*. After all, there’s one more in this trilogy, and infinite possibilities beyond that.
*This is where the metaphor must end, because while you can just write a new book when the other ends, you really shouldn’t just pop out a new baby every time your other child grows up, or buy a wolf pup when White Fang gets older. Because it’s illegal. Don’t buy a wolf.