Pronouncing a book "done"

As much as some of us might like to analyze what we've written forever, there comes a point in time when we must pronounce it done. It doesn't help that every time we look at it, we find a new "perceived" error, and often an actual error. That only feeds the need to check it "one more time." At some point, we have to pronounce it "done."

I've done that with my next Hillendale novel, which will go on sale August 3 (but you can pre-order!). 

From my editor:

"You keep delivering the goods, I tell ya. Kudos on inventing a fresh new character for this familiar town of people. She fits right in."

Here's a snippet to whet your appetite:

Madeleine Stephens jogged around the park, past the backyards of the cinderstone houses. Her strides echoed on the wooden bridge and a minute later she was jogging in place where the path met the street. No cars. She continued to the other side of the road, where the woods backed up to her house. As she shuffled to her privacy fence, her running shoe caught in a tangle of vines that sent her to the ground.

“Clumsy,” she muttered. She pressed against the ground to push to her feet, and sensation burned through her hands.

Don’t you realize I can take anything I want?

Madeleine pulled away and sat up, staring at the ground. A trail of blood snaked through the dirt, making her back farther away. She looked to where the privacy fence should have been, a vision showing her house on fire. Brynn Taylor stood in the sunroom windows, palms against the glass.

Madeleine gritted her teeth, squeezed her eyes closed and pulled her knees to her chest to ward off the vision. “Leave me alone,” she whispered. When she looked again, the fence blocked her view of the house. The trail of blood on the ground was an earthworm slithering along.

She hadn’t had an unexpected vision in almost six months, and that one had nearly killed her.

It goes on sale August 3, but you can pre-order it so you don't forget 😁

Buy it here!