Duh Duh Da Duh! (Imagine Trumpets, Please).
So a while back I did a writing update on my blog. You might remember it. Just in case you don’t, I’m gonna copy and paste it here so that I don’t have to do all the work of trying to restate it. It’s Friday and I’m lazy. So this chunk here is what I’m referring to:
I have about 30k words on a story that I think will be my next Patreon piece, although I’m not 100% on that yet. Don’t quote me. It’s about a strong-willed, takes-no-bullshit woman married to a bona-fide rock star who worships the ground she walks on, but this particular rock star is also maybe, sort of, could be in SERIOUS PERMANENT CRUSH with his incredibly old-fashioned bandmate who thinks threesomes are things only the bad kids do. :D So far, it’s shaping up kind of like this:
And then Anya was like, “What the fuck, obviously you two want to bone, why are you fighting this so hard?” And they stared at their feet sullenly until Zac broke and yelled, “CAL STARTED IT.”
So that was what I posted. And regardless of whether you remember it or not, that’s the project I’m talking about. And it’s the one that I kinda hinted at in my last post when I was talking about having finished a thing.
So to be all official and shit about it, THIS IS NOT THE END, my F/M/M polyamorous romance, will be released by Carina Press in January 2021.
Yay!
A brief note—it’s not a romantic suspense. There are zero guns or government agents or shadowy figures in the dark. Just three people fumbling around trying to carve out a new life together while figuring out their feelings. Or as the gif suggests, it’s Anya playing exasperated matchmaker for two idiots who make moody, dramatic music because that’s easier than using their words.
I’m not gonna lie, I love Anya. I would like to be her when I grow up. One of my editor people called her “a force of nature” and it gave me a whole lot of smug happy feelings, because that’s essentially what I was going for. That was a good day.
This is what it felt like.
Anyway.
THIS IS NOT THE END. January 2021. Be there or be square. Excerpt and blurb and cover and all that jazz to come.
Stay healthy, folks. Sidney out.