I'm finding it
increasingly difficult to find the right environment for work, which
leads to delays. But, despite the demands of normal life (as much as I can be said to have one - see earlier posts and interviews and such), The Heir Reluctant is finished and now in edit,
which is a process that can take a while in itself. I would guess
that it won't see release until the new year, judging from past
experience, and that no shot in the arm for December sales.
The Heir Reluctant is
the working title and may yet change. The story is set in the same
universe as The King's Ward – an Urban Fantasy world where fey
derive their power from psi abilities, where the strongest fey can
create small worlds of their own. The King's Ward focused on Albion,
and The Heir Reluctant takes a look at Nifflheim, with a couple of
other worlds visited along the way. Nifflheim has passed through
Ragnarok and is slowly dying in an extended period of Fimbulwinter -
I'm taking liberties with the mythological sequence of events, and
many other things; the fey, after all, are not exactly mythological
beings.
In Other News
The audio book of
Evolving Environment is now available to buy in all the usual places.
It has taken a good while to find a narrator that I'm happy with.
Matt Franklin did a good job and the result is attracting some
attention, which is good.
The Last King's Amulet
is the next project we are working on together and the release for
that audio book is looking for for early next year. I know a few
people have been waiting for this and I'm glad to be able to report
that progress is being made.
The less good news is
that the next Sumto book is not progressing as fast as we would all
like. It will happen, though. Right now I'm still writing a few
thousand words and then deleting; at some point I will write the
correct few thousand words and the story will work – at which
point, with luck, the story will fly.
Break Time
It's the holiday
season, and I'm spending it in the normal way. Not much work will be
done until the new year. Probably. Unless I'm possessed by a muse or
something.
