Mike Graves and his pals love burgers, banter, and comic books. They don’t have a care in the world until an evil warlord from another dimension threatens to tear those bonds of friendship apart. Now it’s up to Mike and his best pals to stop it.
Feb. 19, 2020
Hello everyone! I know it has been a long time since I’ve updated through Inkshares while The Devil Inside was waiting to enter production -- but I have great news! I received word on Valentine’s Day that The Devil Inside has been assigned an editor and is officially moving into production. I don’t have a specific release date yet but it will be sometime this summer (I’m guessing August).
For all of you who were so awesome during my funding period and pre-ordered a copy, that means the wait is almost over. As we get closer to the release date, I’ll get in touch with each of you to remind you what you ordered (and when) so that you know what to expect when the book releases. (And if you haven’t ordered yet, now’s a great time to get your pre-order in and be one of the first to get a copy!)
I will be sending other updates as production progresses but will likely send them via my e-newsletter because I have a number of contacts outside the Inkshares platform as well and I want to streamline my messages. If you would like to be on that mailing list -- and I promise, I don’t spam! -- please go to my website: www.susankhamilton.com and fill out the form. Once I get that notification, I’ll add you!
Thanks again for your patience. I can’t wait for all of you to have your official copy of Devil to finally read!
Best,
Susan
Inkshares editors have indicated a need to be more consistent with descriptive language throughout my story. I wrote this today and it makes me feel good so I wanted to share it with a little bit of chest pounding because whether it’s good or bad isn’t as important as that feeling that reminds me of why I enjoy writing. This paragraph occurs in a chapter after the inciting incident in MINE but before the 1st act turn. Plot points are important.
“Is it something I said?” He looks at me with implacable eyes and I feel judgment. Resentment. Not by him. Some other little fiend judges me this day. I shrink into myself while the light spool draws tighter toward gray grayer grayest with rain and more rain draining the world to a dark nothing the way mixing too many colors becomes an oozing brackish mud absorbing everything. Like Mount Vesuvius erupting its smothering volcanic ash leaving a hollow where once, for a mere moment, we occupied a space. Or maybe it’s seasonal affective disorder. “The court order hasn’t been lifted, has it?”
Here’s a link to follow MINE. I always try to follow back. https://www.inkshares.com/books/murder-happens
