Went walking in the Badlands, driving home at dark. I'm addicted to it.
It's about a 4 mile loop that I take. Very soothing. Yesterday I could tell no one had been there for at least a day, only my tracks.
I ended up writing on The Darkness You Fear, even though I'd given myself the out. But the words came, and I never turn them down.
I'm not writing on the November book today because I woke up late and have to work. Tis, Okay. I'm human.
Lining up covers to my finished books, which I'm going to start releasing soon.
First up around January or so, my succubus book.
I've decided to revert to my original title, which was The Manic Pixie Dream Girl Murders.
Blood of the Succubus just sounds generic, sort of like a Castle horror film from the fifties.
People may not know what a MPDG is, but that's their problem.
Trying to come up with taglines:
Sex to die for...
A girl to die for...
Sex and the modern Succubus. (A play on Sex and the Single Girl, which is probably a little obscure.)
I'm ready to move forward on my own. It's very liberating.