Tidbit Tuesday: A Little DREAMER Q&A

The cover announcement for DREAMER breaks on Monday, and I am so freaking excited!!

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The final copyedits are done, and now we wait for the ARC. And I know you’re all just burning with curiosity, especially after the way I left off in TRAVELER.

I can’t tell you too much (without TRAVELER spoilers, anyway) but I can share some insights. So here are some of the most frequently asked questions flooding my Instagram, Twitter and Facebook message folder: Continue reading

Tidbit Tuesday: Jessa & Finn & A Story

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In this tidbit from DREAMER, we see Jessa fine-tuning a story she’s written for a scholarship contest, and second-guessing herself, as usual. Finn’s having none of that, of course . . .


“What are you working on now?” he asks, taking off his headphones and moving the DVD player off his lap.

“It’s another story,” I say. “I’m thinking about entering it in a Flash Fiction scholarship contest.”

I can already see the question forming so I answer it before he can ask. “Flash Fiction is a short story that’s usually 500 words or less. You have to tell a lot in very few words.”

“And you could win a scholarship with that?”

“Yeah. It’s for Connecticut College. They’re a private school, and not very big, but their writing program is one of the best around. If I win the scholarship, it’s almost a guarantee that I’ll be offered admission, as long as I keep my grades up.”

“That sounds like a fine idea,” he says. “May I?” He gestures down to my journal and my hand covers it reflexively.

“It’s not very good yet…” Continue reading

Tidbit Tuesday: He’s Been Alone Too Long

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In this scene from DREAMER (the upcoming sequel to TRAVELER), Jessa has just had an argument with her mother, and a certain reality-traveling pirate tries to give her a dose of perspective . . .


“Don’t fault your mother for being concerned when you aren’t yourself,” Finn says.

“You don’t understand.”

“I do. But I think you’re inflating things a bit.”

“Inflating!” I pull away from him, raising my arms and slapping them down at my sides in frustration. “Look you don’t have a mother like that, so you can’t really understand–”

“No, I don’t have a mother like that,” he snaps, and I can see the hurt in his eyes. “I grew up without any mother at all, but I believe I can still offer some insight.” Continue reading

Oh, The Little Extras . . .

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I’m working on one of the funnest parts of the book (at least when you publish with Swoon) – the extras!

In my extras for TRAVELER, I added a recipe for Glitter Mousse (courtesy of a fabulous chef who was up to the challenge of recreating it), and for DREAMER, I’m going to write a bonus scene.

I can’t tell you what about, because that would be a spoiler, but let’s just say it’s about continuing someone’s story. And that’s all I’m gonna say about that.

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Can you believe the ARC’s for DREAMER will be out in a few months? Where did the time go??

 

Tidbit Tuesday: A Bit Of DREAMER And Jessa’s Surprising Performance

One of the admittedly fair criticisms I’ve sometimes heard about TRAVELER is the complete lack of female friends for Jessa. That’s actually by design in the first book – Jessa is an incredible introvert, choosing to live in her stories until Ben becomes a steady buddy and a potential love rival for Finn. I won’t apologize for my love triangle. I love love triangles and mine is not your usual sort of love triangle.

Anyway, I seeded a female friend for Jessa into book one, but she really blooms in DREAMER. So here’s your re-introduction to Olivia, in one of Jessa’s many alternate realities. . .


Olivia finally releases her death grip on my hand and gives me an enormous shove from behind, as an older guy hands me a microphone. A spotlight hits me right in the face and I squint as my eyes adjust. I finally notice the crowd, and they’re all staring at me.

The pieces begin to fall into place.

Oh my God. I’m singing karaoke. In front of people. A lot of people.

I don’t sing.

I mean, I really, really don’t sing. Continue reading