2016 – In Like a Lion

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If the current celebrity death toll is any gage, 2016 is gonna be fierce. First, I’d like to pour a little Pinot Noir out for Lemmy, Natalie, David and Alan. Thank you so much for your art, humor and spirit. You will all be missed.

Recent losses aside, the personal side of 2016 is looking good. Blood Awakening, book two, is in finally in beta. Writing this damn book has taken three times as long as planned. Plot holes the size of Jupiter’s Eye forced me to rewrite the last third, but a dedicated push through NaNoWriMo and into the new year got it done.

This year has also seen me step up my promo game. Since Angel’s Awakening released in December 2014, I’ve spent a lot of time trying to keep my author self separate from my real self. Romance writers get a lot of flak. As a Black woman, some people think the urban in urban fantasy romance must stand for hood fic. Nope. I got nothin’ against those who can spin a good tale of lifestyles of the ghetto and fabulous. I’m just more the angels and demons type. Although it would be interesting to combine the two…Stop. Too many stories. Too little time. The point? I’m no longer afraid to shove a couple of bookmarks into the hand of whoever’s nearby. Last week, I gave some to the people in the salon where I get my locs twisted. Everyone was into it except the lady under the dryer who gave me the stink eye. I bet you she would’ve felt left out if she didn’t get one.

Of course as a self-published author, the grind never stops. I’m outlining book three and working on two short stories set in the same universe. And I can’t forget about the werewolves. There are two werewolf stories roaring to get out. Maybe 2016 will be the year for one of them.

In the meantime, I’m gonna put on my red shoes and dance to the ace of spades while watching the unforgettable Galaxy Quest.

About Akaria Gale

Akaria Gale lives in Brooklyn with her husband, children and a disgruntled cat. She is a native New Yorker, slow cooker enthusiast, hard cider advocate who occasionally finds time to write about the secret world right underneath our noses. One day she hopes to give winter the middle finger and become a beach bum.

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