Heather Masterson

I am now officially hands-off on book one.

The Kindle version was finalized two days ago. Well, really it was mostly finalized a couple of weeks ago, it’s just that two days ago was the deadline for any final changes. I mean, sure, there could be corrections later, if they’re needed, but no, really, this is the final version. The paperback was finalized a few weeks ago, too, except not, because I kept tweaking the cover. So now it’s really finalized, except that it’s not in its final-final form until it passes out of the final review…

From this day, until the end of my days, every time I hear someone use the word “final,” I’ll be thinking, “You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.”

Meanwhile, I’m elbows-deep in the bloody bits of the second book. Just in time for the holidays! I don’t know whether to laugh, cry, or just shrug and mutter, “It figures.” That thought led to a mini-epiphany: since I seem to do all of my first-draft writing during November and December, I’ve started thinking of them as holiday books. Which is… well, that’s just really, really wrong.

The day job has a creepy stairway. I decided to take a picture of the creepy stairway and then see how much creepier I could make it. Hmm. I know, let’s play with some filters. Add one, tweak the sliders a little, and then HOLY CRAP WHAT THE HELL?!
I am never using that stairway again.