As I wrote yesterday, I made the difficult decision to delay the release of Jaguar Rising by two weeks. Of course, that meant letting Amazon know and then waiting for them to agree. I fully expected them to and, yep, they did. So the new date is Tuesday, April 6th. It screws up my schedule but I knew it would happen at some point. The schedule was ambitious. I still believe I can meet it–kind of. I’ll meet it when it comes to releasing the number of titles I have planned. But–and you knew there had to be a but–it means rearranging some of the titles to make it achievable.
I’ll be looking at my schedule over the next couple of days to see what changes need to be made. At first glance, my guess is I will push Foil of the Gods back to December. I don’t currently have anything scheduled then. However, that’s not written in stone yet. I may decide instead to move one of the short stories/novellas there and put Foil in its place. Once I figure it out, I’ll post an updated schedule here.
In the meantime, Jaguar Rising heads back to the editor today or tomorrow for a final pass. Then my alpha reader will look at it one last time. Frankly, if Myrtle the Evil Muse hadn’t decided she wanted me to change points of view (which I tried and then discarded) in the middle of the book, I wouldn’t be in this position. But I want to make sure I don’t have any of the remnants of that failed experiment left in the manuscript.
Off-topic, one of the most frequent questions writers are asked is where we get our inspiration from. It comes from everywhere, at least for me. Yesterday, it struck just a few blocks from the house as I was taking Mom to get her second Covid shot. As we neared an intersection, we noticed a number of city vehicles parked along the curb. Part of a fence was down and a huge excavator was in the backyard demolishing a number of small buildings. We’ve known for a long time there was something “off” about the property. Those feelings were intensified a few weeks ago when we noticed someone had put a layer of what looked like concrete over the wooden fence (a fence in bad repair). Maybe they meant it to look like stucco, but it simply drew attention to the property.
What we didn’t know because we live about half a mile from there was the property had been a source of concern for neighbors not just for years but for decades. The city finally said enough is enough and filed a lawsuit against the owner(s). Turns out the owners had illegally built/adapted/who the hell knows at least half a dozen small buildings in the back and was renting them out. Add to that there were open sewage pits, extension cords stretching between these so-called buildings replete with exposed wires, etc., and it was a disaster in the making.
Without going into why someone might do this or why it took the city so long to finally take action, I’ll admit it got me thinking about some of the other things I’ve seen people do at their homes that left me scratching my head and wondering how long before we’d see Darwinism in action. So, yeah, at least some of that might find its way into the next Eerie Side of the Tracks novel. After all, no one would really believe a normal person would do some of the things I’ve seen. VBG
Anyway, back to work AFTER I get some more coffee. You guys have a great day!