Hello there wonderful followers,
This is a BIG day for Seeking the Elephant!
1) We broke the 50 pre-order boundary, in just 15 days. If we continue like that, we’ll break 250 sales in less than 90 days! We can do it!
2) Seeking the Elephant is in the running for April, in Break the Bechdel with Strong Female Characters Syndicate. This is an honor, and a wonderful opportunity! We won’t know for a little while yet who will win, but if you’re a member of Break the Bechdel, I hope you’ll vote for Seeking! If you’re not, GO NOW and check this Syndicate out. Its home to many of my favorite Inkshares authors; Tabi Card, Alexander Barnes, and Kelsey Rae Barthel! Check out their work, and the Syndicate!
Remember -- if you haven’t already, buy your copy of Seeking the Elephant TODAY!

You are amazing! Every time I step away from Scrivener and check my email, I find another follow, another message of support or a pre-order of Phase Three, and it makes the often isolated writing process feel that much more collaborative.
I’ve spent the last few days nailing down some errant plot points, but now that I’m buttressed with pages of notes and cross-references with my own draft chapters, I’m getting back to the fun part: writing the actual book.
If you want a little more background on what brought me to Inkshares, and on Phase Three itself, Elan Samuel interviewed me for The Warbler, and you can find his post here: www.thewarblerbooks.com/featured-author-peter-ravlich/
Thank you for your support, in whatever form you can manage: it matters, and I’m working to deliver the most compelling novel possible to my backers.
Chapter 3
Director Nancy Portman was having one of those days. It wasn’t that anything was going wrong. Just everything felt off. Her breakfast had tasted weird, her coffee a bit bitter, the weather a bit chilled, and even the commuter line a bit bumpier. She closed her eyes as she stood in the elevator, taking in and letting out a long breath to center herself. The day had hardly begun. Still plenty of time to smooth it out. At least the receptionist and guards below had let her be inst. . .