Happy New Year to everyone!
First let me say how much I loved reading all your wonderful holiday traditions last week. Though I took most of the week off to spend with family, I had a great time peeking through my email every now and then to read your comments. I’m very happy to announce the winner of the four book signed set is…
If you could please email me with your info at ElizabethHunterWrites@gmail.com, I’ll get your books out to you.
My 12 Days of Christmas Giveaway is still happening for my VIP Readers. I hope you’re signed up! The first four winners were announced the beginning of the week and the second four winners will be announced tomorrow.
I’ve spent most of the last four days writing. I’ve written about 26K on The Secret draft, which has equaled about nine chapters. I’d say I’m about ten chapters or so away from finishing the first draft. What does that mean for a publication date? Well, it’ll likely be late this winter or early spring, but I can’t say more than that, because it will depend on how editing goes and how many revisions end up happening.
A WORD ABOUT PREORDER DATES
So, a lot of people don’t love that I can’t tell them waaaaay in advance when a book will be ready. There’s a couple reasons for that and I want to just touch on them briefly.
In traditional publishing, preorder dates are set very far in advance, often up to a year! That year allows the writer to finish the draft, the editors to edit it, the formatters to do their thing, etc. In order to not cut things too close, a traditional publisher will usually put a lot of extra time in there to allow for a writer to miss a deadline or an editor to get backed up or any number of things. Which makes total sense, because they’re dealing with a bunch of different books.
For me, being a self-publisher, things are a lot more streamlined. I write the book. I pass it out to pre-readers. I revise it. I self-edit it. Then it goes to my editor and proofreader and when I get it back, I publish. (I do my own formatting.) Now, I COULD set a preorder date waaaaay in advance so that you guys can mark on your calendars when a book is going to be available. But if I did that, I’d have to work a lot of extra time in there (because life happens) just like a publisher.
Would you have a definite put-on-the-calendar date? Yep.
Would you get the book any sooner? Nope.
In fact, you’d probably get it later, because of all the time padded in there to ensure I don’t miss a date.
So, I’ve decided not to do that. Furthermore, I don’t like working on a deadline. It’s nerve-wracking and stress-inducing and part of the reason I don’t have a traditional publisher is so I don’t have to work under that kind of pressure. My own self-induced mania is enough for me, thankyouverymuch.
So, I can’t tell you when THE SECRET will be out. I CAN tell you, it’ll be out as fast as possible while still making it the book I want it to be. Trust me, I don’t sit on projects just to torment you guys. That would be mean. Also, kind of stupid on my part, because I wouldn’t be selling it to you; it’d just be on my computer, which does not pay the bills.
ANYWAY, I wanted to give you guys a look-see at what I’ve been writing. So without further ado, here’s a teaser of THE SECRET: Irin Chronicles Book Three:
Damien and Sari exchanged a look that told Ava they’d be talking more about it later. Yeah, so it kinda made her feel like a kid at the grown-ups table, but she had to remind herself that to these people she was a kid.
“Hey,” she whispered to Malachi. “When are Irin considered adults?”
He was following what looked to be a quiet argument between Sari and Mala. “Full adults? Around sixty to seventy-five years. When we’re finished with our schooling. Why?”
She flushed. Wow.
“So, you’re quite the cradle robber, aren’t you?”
Malachi turned to her abruptly. “What? No, I’m not.”
“I’m not even thirty. That’s like… a teenager to you guys.”
She could see the flush crawl up his neck, even behind the beard. “You’re human. You mature differently.”
“But I’m not really human.”
His shoulders were stiff and his posture screamed his discomfort. It was really a shame that Ava found teasing him to be so amusing.
“I mean, what would your mom say if she found out you were mated—and I mean well and thoroughly mated—to what she would basically consider a kid?”
He wiped a hand over his forehead. “Heaven above, please stop talking.”
“So are we going to stop fooling around now?”
He groaned, “Ava.”
“I’m just yanking your chain.”
“You’re going to have to speak up, because the mental lecture my mother’s memory is giving me right now is rather loud.”
She bit her lip so she didn’t burst into laughter.
“Have you ever, ever heard of Irin teenagers finding their soul mate before they’re adults?”
“So, even though I’m young in your world, I’m thinking the universe decided I was an adult a while back.”
He squeezed her hand and said, “I hate you a little right now. You know that, right?”
Copyright 2014 Elizabeth Hunter