Last night I got the best email since signing with Melange Books to publish my book, REAPER.
You remember REAPER – it’s the one I bitched about for months because Renee guilted me into doing NaNoWriMo with her. Yes, in the end she was right, but we won’t tell her that.
If you’ve forgotten (and how DARE you), here’s a blurb to jog your memory:
The Department of Creative Death and Ironic Punishment. This is where writers go when they die.
Oz, an employee of The Department, is mostly content doling out death from his ancient typewriter, until he wins the office lottery. The prize? A new assignment – to return to the world of the living as a Reaper.
At first, Oz sees this new assignment as a blessing. He is given a body and a second chance at life, but then, during a lesson with a surly, seasoned Reaper named Bard, Oz is forced to watch a childhood friend die. Shaken, Oz questions his willingness to do the job he’s won.
With each new lesson, Oz begins to wonder if the job of Reaper is really a prize or a punishment.
Anyway, after months of agonizing over the fate of my first ever big girl publication, I have a cover.
And, guys? I fucking love it. I know you will too.