I think we’re coming up on 10,000 words, which is the most I’m willing to post of anything in case I drop dead and my heir wants to dump everything into KU for ease of asset management (can’t have more than 10% free on the web in that case). Conveniently, it also happens to be the end of Chapter 1. Also conveniently, the lack of interest is consistent with my own, validating the decision not to waste more of my time revising and money paying my editor. Maybe I’ll give you the dead-in-the-water ghost story for a Halloween failure.
In which Phin’s boss gets on the “men are trash” train. Y’all, I wrote this months ago and haven’t changed a thing in response to current events. Part of the reason it repels me so much is that it stinks of capitalizing on a news cycle, although the news just caught up to what I’ve known for years.
Here we have what is known in some circles as the “story problem”—the reason the protagonist can’t follow through on her entirely reasonable desire to walk away from a messy entanglement. Again, only semi-revised and untouched by my editor, and posted only in a so-far vain attempt to dredge up some personal enthusiasm for returning to the revision.
Because it would be great to live in a world where men step up and tell other men not to be shitgibbons instead of relying on the women the shitgibbons don’t listen to to fix the shitgibbon problem!
Again, not thoroughly revised and never known the touch of an editor. Part 1 is here if you’ve arrived late.
This isn’t polished by me or edited by my editor, so I don’t even know if it’s coherent English, and the book will probably never be finished, in part because it was turning into an “I hate men” book, which is, um, not great in heterosexual romance, but since I feel that sentiment is currently super valid, I’m going to throw chunks of what I have out into the world and see if I’m inspired to rage-finish my own book or just burn shit to the ground. Enjoy if you can.