I can’t believe that Still Life is out as an e-book. I’ve been pinching myself ever since I received the mail from Astrid (so, from last night) telling me that my new book is out at amazon.com. My arms are turning a devilishly dangerous shade of purple and my fingers are still itching to close around tender skin to continue the pinching until I pass out with the pain.
But. I will resist. For a wee while at least.
The reason why I am so surprised is because this book was originally scheduled for release at the end of September. (I did write ‘slated’ for release, but that sounds negative, doesn’t it? Or is it just me that thinks that?)
Ylva have worked hard to get this book finished earlier than intended and asked if I wouldn’t mind ‘her’ being released at the beginning of September instead. As if I was going to say no. Big grin.
For those of you who are unfamiliar with the storyline of Still Life, I may as well include the blurb here. Actually, no I won’t as I don’t want to force feed it to you. Instead I will add the link so you can read it for yourself – or not – your choice.
Let’s hope that me piddling about with the link address hasn’t buggered up the link to amazon.com. Knowing my luck, I have changed the link so it directs you to something completely random – let’s hope it has nothing to do with penises. That would be a truly embarrassing lesbian faux pas. Please forgive me if I have as I’m too excited and am making mistakes left, right and centre today. I have already blown up my new lawnmower because I wasn’t paying attention this morning. Actually, you are lucky I am able to touch my laptop with the amount of electricity juddering around my body at the moment. Serves me right for not clocking the position of the power cord before I turned on the machine.
I really really hope you like Still Life – that is if you’ve decided you want to spend your hard earned pennies on a copy. If you do like her, drop me a line and let me know I don’t need to throw in the metaphorical writing towel as of yet. If you don’t … erm … sorry? ‘Must try harder’ will be written all over my work in the future.
Whichever way the coin falls, I am glad that Ylva has taken my raw ramblings and turned it into something I am very proud to put my name to. Thank you to all who had a hand in the final product.
On another note, I don’t know whether you have read a previous post of mine where I was skipping about (in the only way I can truly skip about – by gushing about something in a piece of text). The literary ‘skipping’ focused upon my Halloween story being accepted by Ylva and how said story would be put in the new anthology. But if you did, or you didn’t, I have to tell you that it is not going to be in the anthology any more.
No. Astrid hasn’t told me to sling my hook, or take my story and shove it where the sun refuses to shine. Instead, Astrid has asked if I would like to publish the short story as a story in its own right. This is not because we believe this story to be better than any of the others to be found in the anthology – not by a long shot. The reason is because all profits from this story will be donated to the Alzheimer’s Society.
Forget Me Not is a story I needed to write. It is personal to me and I guarantee many readers will empathise with what the protagonist is faced with. I won’t say any more here, but I will update this blog soon and elaborate further.
I can’t thank Astrid and the team at Ylva enough for the release of Still Life and also the chance to raise some cash for a very worthwhile charity with the publication of Forget Me Not.
Overall, I am feeling very proud today. Very proud and very happy. I just wish my mum was here to see it.