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I will start this post with a simple phrase: For the love.... !
This phenomenon draws a lot of really great people. I am fortunate to have many of them as FB friends. Thank you all for your continued support!
On the flip-side, sasquatch (and everything it entails) also has its fair share of weirdoes, psychos, sociopaths and, let us not forget the most common: angry, bitter jerks. I am convinced that no matter what kind of evidence is presented, there will never be common ground. I say that because we have the ultimate joe-schmo who refuses to give up and go away. The guy who has gone to EXTREME lengths to present something that is clearly, clearly a very bad, bad hoax. Why? First, he thinks he is smarter than us. Second, he wants money. Third? He's an asshole and wants revenge. It's that simple to me. Yet, page after page, post after post, goes on and on about it, and HIM. Why, why, WHY?
Well, who doesn't love a controversy? Be honest now... I mean, really? What would we do if there were none? Sure, it's easy to say we'd do this and do that. But when it comes down to it, no one is immune to the lure of a scandal. No matter how utterly ridiculous it is - and we've all seen some doozies - we can't resist a tantalizing subject matter. It's in our nature to point out persons or social situations that may affect the human routine. Our logic. Our raison d'etre. Sasquatch is rife with controversy and tantalizing tease. Get the two together, throw in some egomaniacs and jackasses and BAM: scandals and their subgroups of hoaxes, misinterpretations and plain, utter BS abound! It all gets sensationalized too. Media is over the top nowadays, which is truly in your face. The proverbial train wreck; we just can't seem to stop looking.
I lamented not too long ago that when I was trying to publish EVE in 2012, I had to contend with the release of a DNA "paper" (and now there are fiction books coming out of that camp??? Hmmmmm). With IRON MOUNTAIN RIDGE (IMR) and publication looming on the horizon, I have to contend with other shock-jocks?? Jeez!
Forget it. Let's stay positive here.
The latest: editing is just about done; interior formatting is complete; cover design is just starting (but well on its way, see below examples). I decided to do it all myself. Last time, with EVE, I had so many people involved it was crazy!! I was dependent on them for too much and as a result, EVE was published over a month late. I lost out on holiday sales from that situation, plus, I wasn't completely happy with the final product but was between a rock and a hard place. I chose the hard place :( Now, with IMR, I am doing it all (except editing, of course - thank you Steven Streufert!!) so I will only have ME to whom I will answer. This second book of... wait for it... The Elusive Trilogy, will be clean and crisp. Remember, Anna knows what she wants this time around. While there is still a great deal of mystery, there is much more determination.
The other thing to keep in mind is there are other characters in IMR. Anna's husband will have a profound impact. There is also the viewpoint from Me-aka, the young female sasquatch Anna met in EVE. She is Eve's daughter. People who are reviewers have asked "why didn't you portray Eve as a character?" To me, Eve needs to remain how Anna describes her (and now, how Me-aka does too) because she is why Anna is there. I don't know if I can explain it but it is important that she (Eve) remain somewhat *mysterious*.... I have a plan for the third book that will reveal why that is. :)
In the meantime, here is the excerpt that will be printed on the back cover. Enjoy. Coming up this spring/early summer is the filming of the trailer!! More details on that to come... :)
“Eve!” I yelled out. “Help! Me-aka?!” but they had disappeared. I tried to stand and skid down like they did, but promptly lost my footing, this time sliding with no control, rocks cascading with me. I cried out and finally came to a stop. The dust I’d kicked up swirled around me. Now what?? The slope looked even steeper now, and I would break my neck if I tried again. The quiet of mountain settled in as I sat and waited.
Some time passed and I found myself getting impatient. I called out again, but only silence greeted me back. I picked up a rock and threw it downwards, towards the trees, and cursed loudly. Then came a whoop, and another, and another, coming from the tree line. What the…? Wood knocks began at what seemed like one end of the enormous valley and quickly resounded through to the other end, all right below me. Dear God. I started shaking. Though my fear for my life had mostly left me, my fear of Eve and her species had not, and would never fully go away. They were wild and fierce, and deserving of fear from us. It grew eerily quiet and I stayed still, breathing quickly. The sun was casting long shadows down the ridge and slope. I strained my eyes at some movement below. Eve? Me-aka? Thank goodness!
It wasn’t them, however. Slowly, with the stealth that belonged to them and them only, several figures emerged from the trees and began making their way up the slope.
And they were coming toward me.