I finally completed The Story Runner, the title of which has been changed to Story Runners: Awakening. It's the first in a new fantasy series about story runners who can travel between the shattered fragments of their world to fight to free their people from the evil heirs of Shadyn.
And I also finished up Zombie Cats! I had the idea for Zombie Cats years ago and it was left partially finished for the longest time until I made a list of books to write. Sometimes you need a list to get things done. And now, here it is:
Zombie Cats is the story of Alfie Whitaker, who wants nothing more than to spend a couple of weeks this summer at his Gram's condo on the beach. But all the cats in his neighborhood are turning into ZOMBIES! If he and his friends can't come up with a cure, they'll be quarantined and the men in HazMat suits will ruin the whole summer! Egad. (The word "egad" is not found anywhere in the book, I assure you.)
Both books are now available at Amazon.com in print and on Kindle. Later on sometime, the ebooks will venture farther out into the world.
So, next up is the third and final book in The Kell Stone Prophecy series. I don't have a title for it, yet, which is odd for me. Then there's the third Dianna Dann book: Bury Me; D.D. Charles' JoJo's Ghost. A new Wayward Cat book, the second in the Story Runners series, Wilderforce: Gathering; and the first in a series of romantic comedies. Lots of work. I really don't have time for ghosts...
I did have a ghostly encounter the other day! (For info on the ghost in this building, read The ghost will see you now...) It was scary. I was heading out and I walked down the long hallway on the third floor to the closet where we can deposit our trash. I heard footsteps behind me but when I glanced back, no one was there! I kept telling myself it was my big bag, flopping against my back as I walked.
I carry a lot of baggage. There's this man I see often going in, or coming out of, the building and he always comments on my bags. I carry three: my purse, of course; my lunch bag, which is one of those bags you're supposed to put your groceries in to cut down on the number of plastic bags; and my giant book bag.
|Look how it matches both the chair and the rug!|
So, I'm the bag lady. That reminds me! I have this step stool that I use to prop my feet up on when I sit in my pink chair to edit manuscripts. But it kept sliding on the rug. So, I got a little rubber mat for it in the automotive section at Walmart. Just look at it!
Anyway, the ghost. So, I head back to the lobby and toward the stairs and I hear it again! Louder! More certain! There are footsteps following me! And just at the door to the stairway, I turn back and...
duh duh DUHHHHHHHHHHHH...
There was a guy following me. I said, "Oh my friggin' god, I knew someone was following me," or something similar. He smiled and said, "I bet the stairs are faster than the elevator," and he followed me into the stairwell, where I said, "Unless you're behind someone going slow...like me." After which I tried to go quickly down the stairs so as not to hold him up.
That's my ghost story. I hope you aren't too disappointed. I'll try to be more...welcoming. We'll see what happens.
Here's one last picture. I went shopping in historic downtown last week--research for the romantic comedies. Seriously. Research. You should see the adorable tunic dress/top I got at Tallulah9! Anyway, I also stopped by that smelly shop, the one where there's always incense burning: Creative Energy. As allergic as I am to such aromas, I can't explain why I go in there whenever I'm downtown. There are just some things that are worth the puffy eyes and headache, I guess.
And I got this regal Egyptian treasure to add to my office decor:
Little Bugsy looks like he's a bit worried. He shouldn't be. The Egyptian's head doesn't bobble, so he'll always be number two. ;)
Back to work...