As you can see from the countdown in the left sidebar (unless you're reading this on LJ, which won't let me post widgets), there are now 26 days until the official release date for
Pride, and if history can be counted upon to repeat itself, the book will actually show up in stores sometime during the last week of January.
So, as usual, I'm freaking out a little bit on the inside.
And maybe a
smidge on the outside. ;-)
I'm a very enthusiastic writer, and as such, the typical writer self-doubt doesn't usually strike me until after I've turned in the book. Which is good, because that eliminates most in-the-process delays. But I get very, very nervous when I know people are actually reading my books, and now that reviews for
Pride are popping up, well... Let's just say there isn't much left of my fingernails.
In fact, I may be bleeding on my keyboard. ;-)
You'd think that with a couple of release dates under my belt (though that seems like an uncomfortable place for a release date), the whole thing would have lost its excitement, thus the inevitable stress.
I assure you, it has
not. If possible, I'm more nervous this time around than with either of the two previous releases.
With
Stray, there was elation and anticipation, both brought on by naivety. After all, my agent loved the book, and my editor loved the book, and my friends loved the book. What could possibly stand in the face of such adoration? I couldn't
wait for my book to make its way in the world, so my career could really begin! And though I knew in an obscure, academic kind of way that not everyone would love it, I hadn't really considered the fact that compared to bad reviews, agent and publisher rejections are like being smacked in the arm with one of those giant padded gloves.
Practically a love tap.
But now I'm older (though not
that old!) and wiser (hopefully...), and I know that some people won't like my latest release. And what never fails to amaze me is that the thing some people dislike most about my books is the very thing others love, and send email about: Faythe.
Regardless of what you thought about her before, Faythe is growing up. She's no longer a spoiled child learning for the first time what responsibility means. She's now a scarred and somewhat hardened young woman, discovering that sometimes you have to sacrifice one thing you love to save another. That sometimes hard choices have to be made by those with the courage to take a stand.
And that those choices are rarely ever easy.
Faythe still makes people mad. She's just so darn good at that, I don't see it ever truly ending. And really, if it did, how entertaining could the books possible be? ;-) But now when Faythe "messes up," it's not a rash impulse born of pig-headedness. It's a well thought-out decision based on the fact that sometimes those who make the rules aren't privy to all the possible exceptions. And that sometimes following the rules will actually
hurt people, rather than help them.
Sometimes we walk into "bad" decisions with our eyes wide open, ready and willing to accept the consequences. Because sometimes the end really
does justify the means.
Does this mean that Pride is full of "bad" decisions?" No. Far from it. It's part murder mystery, part courtroom drama, and all werecat action. With a couple of new (hopefully interesting) characters thrown into the mix. But there are difficult choices for Faythe to make in this third book, and frankly, I love throwing those at her.
What can I say? I'm an eeeeevil author... ;-)