+ What's on: Ever After, by Marianas Trench
I'm sorry about the long silence here--sorrier about the emails people have sent me that I either responded to super late or missed entirely. After King's Men came out and I posted the aftermath notes up here, I pretty much retreated into a shell to face Fox withdrawal. I knew letting go of the Foxes wouldn't be easy--it was one of the fears that held me back when King's Men was taking forever to get through revisions--but I didn't expect it to be so hard. I think I spent three months lying on my bedroom floor staring at the ceiling and swearing I would never write again no matter what. Drama queen, I know.
Last month everything went sideways, and in the midst of everything that went wrong I finally sat down and started writing again. Well, rewriting. It's slow going for the most part. The Foxhole Court was such an old, old story that my newer projects feel dull and shallow in comparison. Unfortunately I'm still not ready enough as a writer to revisit the remaining three relics, so I'm left trying to not hate the new stories simply for being new.
I'm also doing what I said I wouldn't and I'm looking into letting Amazon release print versions of the Fox books. I'm still not 100% comfortable with it, because print-on-demand opportunities mean the markup is pretty severe, but I've had just enough people ask about it that I'm letting go of the argument. Once I get all that straightened out I'll probably drop a line here.
How is everyone doing? What's new with you all?
Things are starting to get dangerous around here, she said. Do you think it would be easier for you and Kevin if I took Neil from you?
He waved that aside. Oh, Renee, no, no. I wouldn't wish him on anyone but a mortician. He stays with me.
She slid him a sideways look, debating, but Andrew didn't notice. He might have been checking to make sure Kevin was still in his line of sight, but these days it was hard to tell which one of the strikers he was looking at. Idly she wondered how long it would take Kevin to catch on. He wasn't used to sharing the spotlight in Andrew's tiny world.
Til death do we part, hm?
She thinks she is clever, Andrew said--and it wasn't a yes, but it wasn't a no, so Renee only smiled and let it drop.