April Showers and May Flowers
You are my fever dream. The one I saw hidden in shadows and webs. Only your eyes did I see.
Eyes that hold the gateway to souls, and a presence that settles the endless thunderstorm of me.
Softly spoken and whispering of dreams yet to come. You whispered to stay. To stay. To stay.
Until that very day. And yet the days grew long and your silence grew cold in the barren fields of May.
And here I lay, here I stay, on this bed of clover while you, my love are but a fever dream away.
How is it May already? I feel like last I woke, it was December. Or maybe that’s me waking after a long hibernation.
I’m taking a break to work on May’s blog and then I have the last of Dust to Dust to edit. Yes, I said edit and not write. Though I need to write the epilogue. Which comes after a 7k word sex scene. Really, I mean, I love that you guys love it. But Ash is really going to need some Tylenol after this.
Dust to Dust is the end of an era of who I was as an author. I honestly hope you guys tag along for the next journey. Which I start on Monday.
I’m fucking excited.
Here’s the thing—remember all those years ago when I said I write my wounds? I’m writing them. All the harsh thoughts and feelings I’ve felt over the last, well… long fucking time.
I guess I’ve just had it with the world, but I digress. Peep my Facebook group, it’s really the only place I post these days, aside from my blog and newsletter.
Ugh… newsletter automation. That is next on my to-do list.
So I think I’m clever. Hadley and Callie—their duets will be on Amazon, yes. BUT you can ONLY buy the standalone from my Shopify store. It’s taken me a little while to get the feel of it. But I’m there.
The first book that will go up is Callie’s story, “Cascade of Crimson.” On Amazon you will see it as Book 1 of The Sanguine Agreement. Cascade. Then Book 2, Crimson. Then Hawthorn, then Hemlock. On my store you will see it as “Hidden on Hawthorn and Hemlock.”
These will be special editions. Seriously, I’m so excited about them.
Oh, and yeah—Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust will be up there too. But I’m struggling over how to do it. I purchased the special edition cover and then, well… the book is long af. So I have to figure that shit out first. It’s honestly pissing me off, because if a book is too big the binding will fall apart.
Okay, so I started writing this at the start of the month and the cover is still giving me shit. It’s taking so long because my designer is working between things and I don’t expect her to drop the world for me. But I did set up the duet cover that will go on my website when Book 2 is ready.
And I started Hidden. The novella. Yes, I lied—I put it up for preorder.
Hear me out. Mercury retrograde. So I wanted all preorders up before that. AND all links in the back of Dust to Dust, which looks like I will get out sooner rather than later.
Hidden is already halfway done. It’s got that old school Elle vibe with that new wound trauma. It’s a beautiful, dark, taboo masterpiece of my inner diva.
And I’ve started extensive therapy. For that depression shit. My psych diagnosed me with PTSD, so that’s been a stone to sit with. Good news is I am channeling that energy into writing. Slowly. Very slowly. With kid gloves. And bubble wrap.
Then Callie. Oh, my sweet Callie, whom I’m going to absolutely destroy. I’m taking my time with these books. 4 to 5 chapters a week. I feel like I’m coming back online, but the channel isn’t perfect. Even now I’m working on this in between paragraphs. Sometimes it’s still hard to write.
I look at the page and I see it. And the scene rolls through my head and I have to get it perfect, or, well, then it just simply won’t be perfect.
It’s a problem.
I am also cleaning the metadata on my series. Yes, I broke them back up. Like Yoko, Eternal Legacies is split. This is so I can bundle them via Amazon. It’s a choice. It’s my choice. And if you get lost in the series, peep my reading order page, which will go up when it goes up.
Also, I see your searches on my page. To the human looking for booty pics: you shall not find them here.
Anywhore, it is officially lake season. I’ll be at the lake this weekend despite the cold and the rain. I likely won’t get to try out that new paddleboard.
I want to. Oh, do I want to. But I’d prefer not to die of hypothermia.
But I’m overdue for a gab session with the duendes and spirits of the forest.
I never forget my apples.
Until next time, my lovers.
elle
ps. SO… This is elle’s last shit post. GASP!
WHAT????
Next month I’m putting those journalism skills to the test. I’ll start small. Test the waters. But I want to talk about the more important things. I’ve had so many readers and beta readers turn into authors and ask me dozens of questions. Which I’m always open to chat.
Unfortunately… Not all authors are that kind which annoys me but I digress. I would love to start… Talking about publishing, my degrees, and how I ended up here. Data, publishing, and royalties.
But I can’t just shit post about these things. It needs to be factual, data driven and hold research behind it.
That’s coming in June. But what do you even want to learn? Let me know in the comments!
