It's such a great feeling to be able to announce the release of Blame it on the Moon, book 4 in my Storm Lake: Destiny Paramortals series. I'd begun to wonder if it was ever going to happen.
I was in December, pleased with the six books I'd been able to publish
in the last half of 2014 and illogically expecting things would continue
in a similar fashion in 2015. My work plan included publishing a book
in February, April and June. (I laugh now at my expectations.) I had the
plan formed, how many words I needed to write per day, when I would
revise, when the covers needed to be finished to accomplish that
schedule. (This is where you hear that buzzer sound the game shows play
when a contestant gives the wrong answer.) Unnnh! Wrong.
set in when I realized the additional job I took on in January and
February was going to mean fewer hours to write due to six or seven day
workweeks, long hours and a long commute, a very uncreative atmosphere,
and then it would bleed into my seasonal business which is a seven day a
week commitment. This meant my writing process which had become so
wonderfully habitual was going to come to a halt. And not just for a
short time-- for seven months.
Having worked eighty hour weeks or two jobs most of my life, I'd come to treasure those six off
months to give to my stories, especially since all of a sudden my
characters seemed to be speaking to me constantly--no, I've never had a
problem with schizophrenia ;) so it's satisfying that I was able to
persevere and devise a plan to keep going even though it wasn't at the
pace I'd hoped.
I felt I owed my readers this book more
than the others, which gets Tempe and Jack to a place they've been
headed to since Storm Crazy. So I postponed Dance of Desire, the prequel
to Blood Opal, put the revisions on Storm Warning on hold, and devoted
what little daily time I could to finishing Blame it on the Moon.
discovered something wonderful in the process. Armed with my mini
notebook and my favorite navy blue Sarasa pen for thirty minutes in the
tub every morning , and another twenty on my long commute over country
roads, I could get a good forty minutes worth of writing done. This
amounted to around 600-1500 words per day, and that's how Blame it on the Moon got written. In the tub and on the road.
revising isn't possible in the tub, or while driving, so that took much
longer, nearly two months. At the start of that revision process, I
wondered if it would ever be a book I'd like. That's the thing about
revising. Some people say you should just write the book and spend very
little time revising it but for me, it's a necessary evil that
transforms the rough jumbled boring mess into a cohesive piece of work
that I'm not ashamed to offer to anyone.
I hope you enjoy Blame
it on the Moon and all the other Storm Lake books. If you're new to the
series, you might want to check out the Storm Lake pages
to see the difference in the communities. Destiny is where the
supernatural creatures live. The farther east you go, the more 'normal'
people are. Though if you were to ask Jack, he'd be the first to say,
"What's so great about 'normal'?"
Here's the blurb:
the height of the Para-moon and Sheriff Jack Lang is up to his ‘6’ in
alligators. Defending those weaker than himself is in his DNA which is
what drove him to become a Navy pilot and a detective in Memphis. But
who is he kidding? Alligators he could handle! Supernatural bad guys,
Ragtag doesn’t begin to describe
his band of temporary ’heroes’. If he had to go to war with the
supernatural with the group that showed up at dawn, he might as well
start cutting up white sheets and attaching them to garden stakes.
With Tempe and the other Paramortals ill or incapacitated and the
sudden appearance of beings he’s never heard of, will Jack be able to
keep Destiny out of the hands of their enemies for the rest of the power
down? After all, it’s only twenty-four hours. If he could find some
real soldiers and get a strong defense together until the Paramortals
get most of their power back, maybe they’d stand a chance.
He’s been told this was the strongest and most unpredictable Chaos
ever, which is why Tempe, Aurora and Dylan have been hit so hard, but
also, ironically, the reason there’d been no coordinated attack by
hordes of bad guys - yet.
He doesn’t have time to worry about the future he may not have with
Tempe and his daughter because one crisis after another raises its head.
They have to find a healer for Dylan, relocate a lost elemental, make a
formal request for help from the Fae, figure out what the hell his
crazy ex Georgeanne is up to, and - very important - keep the humans in
If worse comes to worse, he
has a dragon on his side and a few surprises up his sleeve. “Yippe, ki,
yi! Unfortunately a lot can happen in twenty four hours and things…
don’t always go as planned.