In which I tease you with snippet of Megan Berry 3
I get a decent amount of reader email each day. I am VERY grateful for this email. I love hearing from readers. I love knowing that people have enjoyed my books enough to send me emails demanding "where's the next book, woman!?"
With the Megan Berry series, however, this has been kind of a bittersweet experience. The series was cancelled several years ago, before the 3rd and final book could be written or published. Since then, I've published VALENTINE'S DAY OF THE UNDEAD, a novella that helped tie up some of the loose ends from UNDEAD MUCH?, but I continue to get email (almost every single day) asking when I'm going to write more Megan Berry books, like a really big one this time, please.
I would LOVE to spend my time writing Megan Berry books, because I love Megan, but I've become a slower writer in my old age and for the past two years it's been all I can do to keep up with my contracted books, while creating new material for my agent to shop.
I have, however, been pecking away at a Megan Berry project in my limited spare time. It's only 3 chapters at this point and it may be a long time before it's finished, but just to show you Megan Berry peeps, I am listening and trying to appease your thirst for Zombie Slayer action, I give you a snippet:
UNTITLED MEGAN BERRY BOOK 3
c. Stacey Jay 2013
180 days down. Approximately 900 left to go.
It will be 900 days until I see the boy I love again. Maybe more.
Definitely more. Even after he finishes his Enforcer training and secures the assignment to be my bodyguard, it will take time for Ethan to find me.
If he’s still wants to find me. If he's interested in looking for the girl he used to kiss when he was nineteen by then. He’ll be twenty-two, a totally full-fledged grown-up, and I’ll be nineteen, old enough to be in college...if I’m allowed to go to college. If I’m not still in hiding, forced to learn things from books like some kind of prehistoric cave scholar
because my location is too remote to have internet service.
Or phone service. Or running water service.
Sigh…blah…sigh…
I pull my legs tight to my chest, prop my chin on my knees, and try to focus on the masterpiece of a sunset splattering the sky beyond the mountains a euphoric red, transforming the lake in front of me into liquid fire. It's a ridiculously
gorgeous evening in late August, and I know I should be basking in its awesome, but all I can think about is how much I want Ethan here to bask with me.
Basking solo only makes the hurt worse. I miss my mom and dad-and even Monica, my favorite fr-enemy-so much, but it's missing Ethan that makes me ache like evil Edible Arrangement chefs went at my insides with a melon scraper. I don't know how I'll survive two and a half more years of this. Sometimes, I wonder if Ethan feels the same way, if he's hurting this much, and if he's willing to put up with more hurt in order to claim the life together that we promised each
other before I left Arkansas last February.
Three years is a long time to wait for a girl...especially a girl you dated for only five months before she was sent away.
END TEASER SNIPPET
See? I am trying.
I'm also working on five other unfinished projects and trying to revise my 2014 book for Delacorte. At this point I'm hoping to have it all done before I turn 40.
Happy Thursday to you all,
Stacey
With the Megan Berry series, however, this has been kind of a bittersweet experience. The series was cancelled several years ago, before the 3rd and final book could be written or published. Since then, I've published VALENTINE'S DAY OF THE UNDEAD, a novella that helped tie up some of the loose ends from UNDEAD MUCH?, but I continue to get email (almost every single day) asking when I'm going to write more Megan Berry books, like a really big one this time, please.
I would LOVE to spend my time writing Megan Berry books, because I love Megan, but I've become a slower writer in my old age and for the past two years it's been all I can do to keep up with my contracted books, while creating new material for my agent to shop.
I have, however, been pecking away at a Megan Berry project in my limited spare time. It's only 3 chapters at this point and it may be a long time before it's finished, but just to show you Megan Berry peeps, I am listening and trying to appease your thirst for Zombie Slayer action, I give you a snippet:
UNTITLED MEGAN BERRY BOOK 3
c. Stacey Jay 2013
180 days down. Approximately 900 left to go.
It will be 900 days until I see the boy I love again. Maybe more.
Definitely more. Even after he finishes his Enforcer training and secures the assignment to be my bodyguard, it will take time for Ethan to find me.
If he’s still wants to find me. If he's interested in looking for the girl he used to kiss when he was nineteen by then. He’ll be twenty-two, a totally full-fledged grown-up, and I’ll be nineteen, old enough to be in college...if I’m allowed to go to college. If I’m not still in hiding, forced to learn things from books like some kind of prehistoric cave scholar
because my location is too remote to have internet service.
Or phone service. Or running water service.
Sigh…blah…sigh…
I pull my legs tight to my chest, prop my chin on my knees, and try to focus on the masterpiece of a sunset splattering the sky beyond the mountains a euphoric red, transforming the lake in front of me into liquid fire. It's a ridiculously
gorgeous evening in late August, and I know I should be basking in its awesome, but all I can think about is how much I want Ethan here to bask with me.
Basking solo only makes the hurt worse. I miss my mom and dad-and even Monica, my favorite fr-enemy-so much, but it's missing Ethan that makes me ache like evil Edible Arrangement chefs went at my insides with a melon scraper. I don't know how I'll survive two and a half more years of this. Sometimes, I wonder if Ethan feels the same way, if he's hurting this much, and if he's willing to put up with more hurt in order to claim the life together that we promised each
other before I left Arkansas last February.
Three years is a long time to wait for a girl...especially a girl you dated for only five months before she was sent away.
END TEASER SNIPPET
See? I am trying.
I'm also working on five other unfinished projects and trying to revise my 2014 book for Delacorte. At this point I'm hoping to have it all done before I turn 40.
Happy Thursday to you all,
Stacey