We'll get to space sooner or later

Ok, so now that the book is pretty much out of our hands and we're taking notes for the next one, I revisited the idea of Cats in Space, with Feline Overlords. The Woman flipped through the considerable volume of notes we have and said, "Well, I don't think it will fit into this book, but I can see it working in the third book."

This is how I tell her what I want to do

Now, that sounds all right; just be patient and my Feline Overlord story idea will come to fruition. But do you know how long it takes to write and then get a book published? I'm 15 now. I'll be 16 when the second book is done, which means she expects me to hang around until I'm 17 years old.

I mean, that's doable, but not bloody likely.

So while she's taking notes for the next book, I'm also making her take detailed notes for the third, and maybe even the fourth. Seriously, doods, this thing has legs...Wick is super fun to write for and I kinda hope she takes my ideas and runs with them.

Gotta get the first one out, though. It's in the printer's paws, and as soon as we see a clean proof, we'll click on "ACCEPT" and let it fly into the public's hands. Looks like you'll get your choice of Kindle book*, trade paperback, and hardback.

A HARD BACK, DOODS!!! That's how much the editor liked it!

I haz an excited.

Okay, back to work. We have book two of The Wick Chronicles to write.

*If you read on another type e-reader, I can arrange for you to buy a copy. We just have to do the conversion here, at least for now.

While we wait...

...for the final proofing so that corrections of typos can be made, the Woman and I are plowing through and starting more copious notes for book #2.

I mean, we HAVE notes, but these are a little more involved and we're hoping it means the second book will get done faster than the first. Like, way faster, given that we kicked this story around for 2-3 years before I was able to staple her asterisk to the chair to get her started with the actual writing.

Tell ya what, though, I don't think I've ever had more fun writing something or liked it quite as much, even if I am nervous about it. I think the Woman is enjoying it, too, because the notes for book two are keeping her awake at night, as the story percolates in her brain. This is perfect for me; I get to sleep, she gets to think.

And doods, trust me, she needs a lot of practice doing that.

WHOEVER SENT THIS TO ME

THANK YOU!!!

Enjoyment shall commence... NOW.

Why I'll never be on the New York Times Bestseller's List:

Me: I have an idea for the next book.

The Woman: Let's finish this one first.

Me: But it's a great idea!

The Woman: Let's finish this one first.

Me: But we should at least take notes so I don't forget my idea.

The Woman: Let's finish this one first.

Me: CATS IN SPACE! FELINE ALIEN OVERLORDS!

The Woman: Let's finish this one first.

Me: But we'll save humanity!

The Woman: Let's finish this one first.

Cripes almighty, doods, this book is essentially done. We're just doing some minor revisions and proofing. She could set it aside and take copious notes for me, but nooooo.

Oh...and for your viewing pleasure, here's a little preview of the very much unfinished cover mock up.

The Woman's name is on this one but probably won't be in the final version. I mean, who gives cover credit to their typist...?