Good morning, Angels. This is the day, I can feel it. We have 11 preorders to go until Quill and we can knock that goal out TODAY. Let’s do it. If you’ve been waiting to order your copy, now’s the time! We’re SO close.
Oh my God, guys. We passed 200 orders. We’re currently at 201, a mere 49 preorders from the Quill goal. As promised, a new chapter is up. And now it’s time for one last push; I think we can get to the goal in the next couple weeks if we try, especially if everyone who’s following but hasn’t preordered yet orders their copy. Thank you all SO, SO much.
We had a FANTASTIC weekend, and we’re approaching 75% of the goal! I’m setting a sub-goal for this week: let’s get past 200! New chapter if we do, and after that, the next bit you read will likely be in your published copy of the book!
Joined a group on Inkshares for books about strong female characters to try to build some buzz for the book... only to find out I’m already one of the nominees for their official selection of the month!
https://www.goodreads.com/topic/show/18040701-march-nominations
Happy Friday, everyone. We streaked past 150 preorders, with 155 as of this morning. So, as promised, another chapter is up. Check it out! (But also preorder if you haven’t already, and keep on spreading the word!)
Katherine Kinneavy
The dead don’t look like people. I don’t think so, anyway.
People ask me how I do what I do- homicide detective, not undertaker, in case you were confused- and stay sane, and the answer is really that simple. Maybe it makes me a latent sociopath, but when I see something so devoid of warmth or breath or movement I just can’t fathom the idea of it ever having had any.
That might change at some point, of course; maybe in five, ten, twenty years an avalanche . . .
Katherine Kinneavy
The dead don’t look like people. I don’t think so, anyway.
People ask me how I do what I do- homicide detective, not undertaker, in case you were confused- and stay sane, and the answer is really that simple. Maybe it makes me a latent sociopath, but when I see something so devoid of warmth or breath or movement I just can’t fathom the idea of it ever having had any.
That might change at some point, of course; maybe in five, ten, twenty years an avalanche . . .
Hey everyone! Your support is unbelievably appreciated; I do have a couple favors to ask. For those of you who haven’t ordered yet, please consider doing so ASAP to keep up our momentum. For those who have, please recommend the project wherever you can! Gotta keep as many eyes as possible on it! Thanks!
