Caught Between is finished and up for sale on Amazon and Barnes and Noble...so what's a girl to do?

My ritual is to go  back to book #1, Rebirth, and re-read every word. I'll even re-edit if I feel it's necessary. Then I go one by one through the rest until I end up back at Caught Between. I haven't read some of these books   for months and since ebooks are so easy to edit, taking only a few hours to be reposted in their new form, I do this in the hopes of giving my readers a higher quality experience. I'd never change the basic story, I'm just going over awkward phrasing or bad grammer. That kind of thing.

If you've bought my books and you want the newest version, you can delete them from your ereader and download them again to get the most current version. I'll try to keep you posted here on the blog when I've re-editied a book.

So then what?

My friend, Kate E. Lane is working furiously on Playing With Passion, so I'll be assisting her. (wink)

Then I have notes on my next book, #6,  and I've been discussing the possiblity of a spin-off series about Charlie as a teen, written from the point of view of a young woman that he befriends. Tell me what you think.

And in  my real life, I'm making a 3,000 mile move to the other coast. Whew.

Back again soon. ;0)
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   Pseudo-Spoiler Alert: (You'll know who I'm referring to as soon as you read the Prologue to my 5th book.  I haven't posted the Prologue on my site, but you'll be able to download it as part of the free sample. Caught Between is available now! :0))

    This spring, I finished Book #5, Caught Between, and although I knew it was coming and had prepared myself, it still sucked when I had to write about the murder of one of my regular characters. This was a character that I'd grown to respect and like quite a bit, especially during Book #3, and it hurt to say goodbye.

    I'd put off writing that one chapter FOREVER, coming up with excuses like: Tonight's a good night to scrub the bathroom floor with a toothbrush, or This afternoon, I really need to replace the lining in every drawer in the entire house, or that old standby, I'm reading a great book and I have to finish this really exciting part which is 20 chapters long.

    At night in bed I'd told myself that the death was necessary to the overall arc of the series itself, and that  I needed to man up and  just write it already. Still, I found myself working on other projects, after all, Fiddler on the Roof wasn't going to costume itself. 

   I'd known from the first stages of planning who the murderer would be and how it would affect the characters left behind, and that upset me too. The murder would be brutal and the affect it had would be dramatic. None of that helped push me toward writing that chapter.

    I haven't been writing for long. I started because I felt I wanted to express myself in a genre that I've loved for  a very long time, and because I felt I had something to say to young adults. I've thrown my whole heart into Jackie and Garrett's story and I've enjoyed (almost) every minute.

    So it occurred to me that maybe I'm too involved with my characters; that I should pull back and write with more detachment.

    F#*k that. 

    What actually got me seated once more in front of my laptop and wrting that chapter was the knowledge that it was ok for me to feel sad about his death. He was a good guy who'd had a tough life, just like so many of the people I've met throughout my life. Just because he's a character in a book, it doesn't mean that I can't mourn his passing or feel sad for the people left behind who cared for him.   

    So in the end, he died to move the plot in the direction in which it needed to go.  My Rogues readers will, hopefully, forgive me. I'll miss him.
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