Well, not much.
I always wonder if anyone cares what's going on in my life writing wise. I mean, how can that possibly compete with undead bubble gum egg pooping chickens? But, for the two of you out there who are interested, here's what's up:
I know, thrilling right? I wish something was up. Trust me, I really, really do. After hearing back from nearly every single editor that Flash was great but too old for their YA lists (apparently eighteen is the new eighty in YA), we've pulled it. I'm going to do a rewrite bumping Sarah from eighteen to twenty-one, and then Michelle will sub it to houses that aim for in between teenagers and adults.
A couple of weeks ago I did some content edits on Instinct, then finished a complete line edit this weekend. After Michelle reads it, we'll decide whether it would be better to lead with Flash or Instinct.
And after I finish my massive Flash edit, I'll go back to Paranormalcy. The back half, while filled with absolutely adorable flirting, moves too slowly, so there's a lot of paring down and tightening to be done.
And after that...back to my poor, set aside work in progress, the ghost story. I'm 40,000 words in and it was tempting to push on to the end, but I want to perfect the three I already have before adding yet another book to the editing queue.
So that's that. While I wanted to smack my head against the counter while editing Instinct ("slightly" AGAIN? Are you KIDDING ME, Kiersten?!?), I think it's in pretty good shape now. And it still has some of the most rocking kissing scenes ever, in my exceedingly humble opinion. And trust me, my opinion of my writing these days is very, VERY humble.