My apologies for the absence of late, my lovelies. My cemetery was tainted with a bout of plague. Not to worry, all seems on the up and up now. Still not fully recovered, but slowly crawling from the grave, so to speak.
You may ask, am I still working on the new book of dark poetry? Yes, I am. While it was sidelined during the illness, I intend to get back on track soon. I can still potentially have it published by October, but don’t hold your breath. I will work as quickly as I can, but I also want to do it justice. Besides, nobody is buying my other books, so I won’t delude myself that anyone is clamoring for this next one.
Speaking of my other books, I will mention again that if you have read one of them, PLEASE leave me a review on Amazon. This is so important. And on the chance that you have read all three, leave an individual review for each one. It takes less than 2 minutes out of your day, and reviews are so powerful for independent authors. I know how many copies have sold. I only have three reviews so far. THREE. Come on, folks. Help a living dead girl out.
Yes, I blurred out the names on the reviews. You can see them on Amazon, but I felt like it would be wrong to stick someone’s name into my blog without their consent. I’m weird like that. I am so grateful for anyone who reads my work, and especially grateful to the three readers who left me a review. Feedback is important in my work as a writer and in my constant battle with imposter syndrome. (Google it, I can’t be bothered to explain.) In case you are interested, you can find the Tales from the Twisted Libra Cemetery trilogy here: Enter my cemetery!
That’s all I have for today, my lovelies. I am still in recovery from the dreaded modern plague, and I have very little energy. Tomorrow ushers in September, which is (in my opinion) the kick off point for spooky season. Magic is in the air (along with horrid germs, apparently), and Halloween is just around the corner. Pretty soon, we can break out those sweaters and fill the air with the crisp odor of burning leaves and the slow death of nature. I can’t wait. Read a book, even if it isn’t one of mine. Review a book, even if it isn’t mine. Help your authors, folks. Until next time…
Dancing Among the Remains 