"Blog every day! Or don't blog at all!"
And I thought, "Well, that's good advice."
Only, what if, like today, I don't have much to say?
I suppose I can just throw a little something up here, so when archaeologists find this blog in the future, they'll say, "Here was someone who was a consistent blogger. We can tell from the carbon dating of these entries that she started off a bit shaky, but she really did pull it together eventually."
Speaking of pulling it together eventually, I'm still hard at work on book four in the Blood Ties series. Which is fun and great and all of that, but revisions are HARD. All through the last quarter of the book, someone is crying on every page. Now, don't take that and go "Ooh, the last quarter of the book is sad! I bet Harry Potter dies in it," because that's not the case. People are crying for no particular reason sometimes. I think I was having some serious hormonal problems when I was writing that. It literally reads like every character in the book is six months pregnant: "I asked Nathan to pass the chips. He broke down, his back shaking with silent sobs as he handed the bowl to me." Obviously, not that ridiculous, but it seems that way as I'm proof reading it. My editor actually wrote "NO MORE CRYING!!!!" on one page. I'm surprised she didn't hang herself after reading this, because I'm getting close.
It always amazes me how much I don't remember about a book that I've written just a few months ago. I'm reading through this and finding things and going, "Wow, that is awesome! I can't believe I wrote that!" Or, alternately, "Wow, that is gross! I can't believe I wrote that."
Yes, you heard it here first, folks: Blood Ties Book Four: All Souls' Night has some of the grossest descriptions I've ever written. I'm not going to go into too much detail here, but toward the end of the book I almost made MYSELF sick when I read what I'd written.
Stephen King, watch out. I'm right on your ass in the gross out department over here.