But, you know, excuses, excuses. I've been working on Blood Day, and I have to say, the rewrite is making it even better than it was. I'm glad I lost the first version, because it gave me the chance to go a lot deeper with the characters. It's taking a while, but I'm about a quarter to a third of the way into it. Stay tuned for details on that.
And here's something fun: I have a side project. I'm working on clockpunk fairy tale that seems to be writing itself. It'll probably be shorter than a novel, but it's been a blast to write. I'll be releasing it, well, whenever I'm done, I guess. (Isn't it infuriating trying to get dates out of indie writers?) Shouldn't be long. Oh, and the best part? I have your cover reveal right here.
Her heart was made of iron. Not metaphorical iron, but actual, honest-to-goodness cold, unfeeling iron. To the girl, whose name was Summer, time was a clock. And since her heart was very much like a clock, her heart was time, and vice versa. But to the boy, whose heart was meat, her heart was not iron, or a clock, or time. To the boy, Summer's heart was everything gold or beautiful or precious in the world. And since time has never been kind to meat, the boys soft, warm heart was bound to be shredded and bruised and cut to ribbons by Summer's cold clockwork heart.
That is what they said. But love has never lived in the heart, no matter what some may think. The truth is, that love grows in the mind, getting bigger and feverish and pulsing with time. Summer's heart may have been time, but her mind was meat. And what her mind wanted, was the boy. His name was Noel and he had skin as pale as ice, and hair as black as night.