Dear Reader,
The Wild Prince had landed on all good electronic bookshelves and is even now making its way onto various kindles, tablets, nooks, and assorted other electronic crannies. That means I've officially run out of launch chores and can now get back to the actual writing. Yay! Squee! Halle-sasquatch-lujah!
So I'm going full steam ahead on The Quiet Prince. I've finished the outline and the first draft of the prologue (it came out at a whopping 5,600 words - sigh, when will I master the art of writing short?). What's interesting about this book for me is how different the main couple, Stella and Ash, are from how I imagined them. Ash is turning out to be just as much of an avalanche as his brothers, he's just a little more subtle
about it than they are. And Stella... well, she's is turning out to be less of a quiet shy girl and more of a feisty, damn-the-torpedos type of heroine.
Don't get me wrong, I'm enjoying the hell out of them. (Ash's stealth grand gestures are triggering lots of evil giggles. And Stella's righteous, we'll-just-see-about-that defiance and sense of justice are giving me Veronica Mars type feels in the best possible way.) But it's unexpected and I can almost feel the plot-bunny ambush coming...
So that's what the last couple of days have been like. Imagine me, creeping through the metaphorical word woods, armed with a net and bunny tranquilizer, and a paranoid look on my face.
