Public service announcement. Dropbox is a potential lifesaver. The End.
Seriously, I’ve been meaning to install it for ages. Recently, I bit the bullet (because I tend to work for hours at a time and forget to back up. I don’t know what my problem is with backing up. If a reminder was tattooed to my hands, I’d still forget). Two hours later I knocked a cup of tea over my laptop. Thank you, Dropbox. Thank you.
The latest in a long line of disasters. I am so far behind right now that I want to hide under my duvet and pretend the rest of the world doesn’t exist. I won’t though. Probably. 🙂
Time for the humble apologies for massive failures. Sadly, it’s looking likely that Clarity will be late. I really wanted to have it out there before Christmas, but it’s less than two months until Tempt’s release, I’ve to beta read for other writers, and the insanity in general keeps stalking me, so it’s not looking good. I’ve some new plans for the series, but it means it’ll take a little longer than I expected. I hope it won’t be too late, but I’m not going to release it until I’m happy with it. I actually thought I would have time to write some horror this year. Oh, the stupidity! Also, I set up a newsletter thingy over there on the right for people who want to know about new releases without having to wade through all of my ramblings. I thought it was the kind thing to do. 🙂
Before I forget, Ruth Ann Nordin has a kick-ass post on authors being dictated to by writers at the Self-Published Author’s Lounge right now. It’s really interesting and something to think about for readers and writers. Sometimes it’s hard when everyone wants something in particular from a story, and it can really strip the fun out of writing if you try to please everyone. That little something making a reader fall in love with a book is probably the exact thing that makes another reader absolutely despise it, so the only way to counteract this is to write the book the writer wants and not think about what everyone is expecting. Sort of. 
When I was a kid I always wanted to change what happened in books, but that’s how I knew I wanted to be a writer. I made up my own stories instead. I will always write the stories I want to read because it’s the only thing I know how to do. If it makes one other person happy then it was more than worth the effort. No matter what you do in life, there will be people on the sidelines judging your every move; at some point you have to stop looking at the sidelines and keep moving forward instead.
In ecstatically happy me news, Supernatural is back. I missed it so. Awesome first episode. It’s like someone climbed inside my brain and took notes then made the perfect piece of entertainment just for me. It’s the only series I’ll watch when I’m in the middle of the obsessive writer stage.
My eldest is bringing friends over for the first time ever tomorrow. He took one look at the living room after school today, turned to his Dad and said, “You really need to clean this place up. My friends are coming over.” This writing thing has a lot of advantages. 😀
Doing It Write Now 