I got caught up with editing chapters so I completely forgot about last night's V.P. debate. With all due respect to American political theater, I think my time was spent productively.
But since we're talking about it, I do have a confession: the full-length sequel to last year's ππ©π³π¦π¦ ππ©π°π³π΅ ππ©π°π΄π΅ ππ΅π°π³πͺπ¦π΄ (specifically, the further exploration of mysterious events involving a certain little town called Wickertree) won't be ready by this Halloween, as was our original intention.
I promise we're still working on it. This year, you may be surprised to learn, has gone somewhat off the rails. Since A. M. and I are self-publishing, we have to do all of the leg work ourselves, and real-life stubbornly insists on occurring between the pages.
There is good news: the story is benefiting from these occasional hiccups. Seeing the events from a fresh perspective after a bit of a break has been fantastic for the narrative. Some extraneous bits have been deleted, while other scenes have been extended. There are some genuinely terrifying scenes this time, as well as my specific brand of awkward levity. The characters are beginning to live and breathe on their own (except, of course, for the dead ones). We aim to tell a polished story, and parts of it are definitely shining.
However — with our deepest apologies — it will be told a little later than originally planned.
The wait will be worth it.
