“How’s your book going?”

When I was about to have my first child, I learned super quickly that there’s a lot that nobody tells you. Sure, there’s the stuff that people know from movies and TV (all these cute ladies waddling around like they’re smuggling a basketball under their size-extra-extra-small shirts), but there are… symptoms. Stuff that happens before, during, after having a baby. Awful stuff. I’ll spare you the gory details. You can email me later if you really want to know. And if you know from experience: solidarity, friend.

Apart from all the Stuff No One Tells You About Until You Learn The Hard Way, there’s also the rotating list of questions from people: how far along are you? Is it a boy or a girl? Are you sure you aren’t carrying twins? (That last one may have been something that only I’ve heard.)

She’s coming. I promise!

A lot of authors compare having a book release to having a baby. There’s some truth there. Something awesome and life-changing is coming into the world, and you had a lot to do with it! Thankfully, no one comments on my appearance when they ask me about my book, but they do often ask something along the lines of “How’s your book going?” or “When’s it coming out?”

It’s a fair question. I signed my contract with The Wild Rose Press in December, after all. And I finished the book! Don’t they just tidy things up, send it to print, and call it a day? How hard can it be?

What happens after “The End”

Publishing a book takes a surprising amount of work long after I type out the last few words of the manuscript. Before I even submitted it for consideration, I edited Stage Mouse myself—reading through all 93,000 words carefully to make sure that the story is the way I want it to look to any prospective publishers or editors.

My editor Eilidh at TWRP has been doing most of the heavy lifting on this part of the process. She and I have gone through the manuscript three more times, fine tuning things, cleaning up bits I didn’t notice on my own. A lot of it comes down to places where I’d revise a detail later in the story, but I didn’t edit the rest of the book to take that detail into consideration.

While this is going on, the cover art team at The Wild Rose Press have been working on my finalized cover art for when Stage Mouse is in print or on your e-reader. I’m waiting on the proofreader to complete their work, so I’m also hard at work building my author brand: content, engaging with other authors, and making connections with local places where I can do author events once the book is released. (Of course, they usually ask me “when’s your release date?” which, despite being a totally fair question, makes me twitch because I don’t know yet.)

What’s next

My proofreader is working on formatting my book for print. Within about a month, I’ll look at a digital version of my book as it will actually appear when you read it (this, I’ve come to learn, is known as the galley). I will look through the galley one more time really it’s the final time no takesie-backsies and give it my final OK. Then, it’s scheduled for a release date. If you’ve made it this far, you have at least earned this knowledge: it’ll probably be released by this summer.

With all those re-reads, re-re-reads, edits, revisions, and frantic bouts of imposter syndrome, you might be going, “Aren’t you sick of looking at your book by now?”

Yes. Yes, I am. But I still love her. And I can’t wait to share her with you.

In the trenches

It’s been a labor of love stress.

The good news: My debut novel, Stage Mouse, won the Maggie Award for Outstanding Historical Fiction (Pre-Published category).

The bad news: That was four years ago.

It happens. Especially when you’re a parent, a spouse, a room parent, trying to be a Good Friend, trying to maintain fitness, inner peace, working full-time doing all of the above, working part-time for a local theatre company with which you occasionally also perform some legendary roles… I could go on.

But here’s what is so stinking cool: The manuscript is finished. I also created a heck of a cover all by myself (thank you, design degree from 17 years ago!). It’s been sent to a group of trusted beta readers for their feedback.

At this point, my friends and family are all giddy, like “what comes next?! Where can I buy your book? I want a copy!” (Ohhhh, friend/family. So do I.)

What comes next is… the trenches. The querying trenches.

Stage Mouse is now going to every publisher and agent I can find that’s in search of a gripping historical fiction story. My goal? To query 100 agents or presses. I’ll be sure to let y’all know how it’s going!

In the meantime, if you stumbled across this page and you’re an agent or publisher who wants something compelling, something that’s captivated my beta readers and already inspiring headcanon and playlists? You’re in for a treat. Hit me up.

Smash that champagne bottle

because we are off, folks.

No one ever looks at the first blog post. Maybe someone will work through the back catalog of posts one day (hi, mom!), but until then, this is just for me.

We all miss precedented times, and I’m no exception. Through a large chunk of this year, my mental wellness tanked and got the better of me. As a result, my creativity suffered.

My performance in Blithe Spirit was originally scheduled for March, right around That Time Stuff Started To Go Down. It was postponed, of course, to a later month: June. We’d be done by June, right? Nah. So we moved it to August, only to postpone it again to November. If I’m honest, a November premiere doesn’t look likely, so we’ll be moving it again to February. Maybe.

And then there’s my novel. I’ve been piecing it together over the better part of five years. I’ve scrapped plot after failed, not-quite-sticky-enough plot. I’ve adjusted circumstances, rewritten opening scenes. But through it all, I’ve kept my characters—at least four of them— and I’ve gotten to know each of them. Maybe I can’t plot a proper story arc to save my life, but I’ll be doggoned if I can’t paint you a beautiful portrait of a slice of life and the person in it.

Even though my serotonin production has improved lately, I’m not in a constant state of inspiration. When I feel things become stagnant, I resort to other ways to bolster the ol’ creative juices. Specifically, I get visual. I look for things that remind me of my characters, my story, my feeling that I so badly want to be conveyed to the reader. You’d be surprised at how many amazing photos you can find when you tack the word “aesthetic” onto the end of anything you’re putting into your Google Images search.

Here’s what I have built so far. Each collage represents a different character. May they pique your interest as much as they’ve piqued mine.