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Hmm. Someone cancelled their preorder for my book. I wonder why? I'm going to pretend it's because they realized they'll be able to read it for free on Kindle Unlimited, and thus decided not to spend the $3 - which is fine by me, I'd do the same thing in their shoes, honestly. (I have done the same thing - well, chosen to read for free instead of purchasing outright, I don't think I've ever cancelled an order before.)
ENTER CRIPPLING SELF-DOUBT.
I was getting majorly frustrated by the sequel, so I set it aside yesterday when an idea for a stand-alone story came to me, and I've been having a great deal of fun writing that. I would say it's meant to be short, but every time I say that, "short" ends up equating about 50,000 words, so I'm promising nothing. But I do think I'll push through it and write the whole damn thing, and maybe release it before the second part of the Downing Cycle, which in the long run I think will be a good thing, since this story is m/m, and the second part of the Downing cycle is m/f. And hopefully I'll be able to turn back to the sequel with fresh eyes and figure out what's going wrong with it.
(And if not, that's when I call on my writing muse to tell me what the heck I'm doing wrong, because so far, she has always been able to peg it exactly, and this is why I owe her all the coffee/chocolate/whatever she wishes in the world.)
I posted a meta of sorts on Penelope's website that I'm actually very pleased with, about why I write the Omegaverse. You can read it here.
In other news, there will apparently be snow. Charlie is prepared with a puffy coat and snow pants. I think there are baby snow boots somewhere from when Andrew was tiny; I'll have to find them, though I have no idea what size they are. Something is better than nothing, I suppose, and I really want to see what Charlie makes of snow. He had his flu booster the other day and it's wrecked his naps the last two days, so hopefully he'll give me a bit more time today.
(He's been crawling around my office, exploring while I type. This is his favorite activity, but he's about to be done, so we shall move on to another room shortly in an attempt to keep him suitably entertained until naptime.)