It seemed that my muse was not pleased with my new direction and decided to whisper in my ear incessantly about a story I'd loved thinking about in my head but just couldn't get to translate well on paper. This was a story I was initially excited about, but as I fleshed it out found it was far darker and harder for me to write than I expected. I wanted the romance but I wanted it tinged with a heartache and sadness that makes the reader appreciate the happier ever after even more once it was done. There was also a deeper, darker aspect of storytelling I wanted to explore that I found myself hesitating to type out on my keyboard, I wanted to kill people.
Okay before you get all freaked out about my little confession let's all just take a deep breath and hear me out. I love the romance genre because it can expand as far as the human experience. This story was a year and half of trying to expand my concept of romance as far as possible without losing all the fun parts that I enjoy. It's also longer than those lovely little heartbeat shorts I'd become so accustomed to and as I kept typing, I cringed at the realization my edits were going to take FOREVER (I have horrible grammar if you haven't noticed) but committed to what I'd started. I laughed, cried and did a little jig of happiness once it was completed. It was so exhilarating that my muse smirked and whispered, "See, that wasn't so bad. I think you should work on that other one you've forgotten about." Oi! That muse of mine is such a greedy little chit!
There is no due date as of yet, and my blurb and excerpt are being edited, but I've got a cover!
Fire & Ice