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The Skeleton Girls Comes to Life!

I have officially started Book Two! It feels great to have a chapter down, but honestly, I am still feeling really overwhelmed. What if I can't do it again? What if I am taking on too much this time? Even though I have successfully written one good book that people are really responding to, I am still terrified that this little dream of mine--becoming a full-time, well-selling author--is just a fantasy. As much as I like having the freedom to create my own look and run my own social media, I worry that if I don't ever get a publishing company interested in me I will never make it. I want so much to do it on my own--well, with the help of some wonderful friends. But will success come my way? Clearly I worry and think too much. Maybe that is why I am a writer.
I am excited about the story I want to tell. There are a lot of elements that I have yet to really hash out, but as with TSF, I know most of that will come along as I write. I'm going to be focusing on isotope analysis for the main science in this book. Of course, there will still be plenty of anthropology--we will have a lot of skeletons to contend with--but isotope analysis is going to help Carly identify where these skeleton girls all came from and how they ended up dead in two cities, two thousand miles apart.
If you haven't read Unidentified, you should do so before this book comes out. It is not only a prequel to TSF, but to this book as well. There is some interesting info in there that will give you an idea as to what Carly will be up against this time around.
It will be a dual-city setting, with the first of the murders taking place in Seattle and the new murders taking place in Carly's new home of Chicago. 
Of course, Charlie will be back! But, there might also be someone else sneaking into Carly's life. You'll have to read to find out! 
Writing a book is thrilling and I am excited to be back at it. I really think this is going to be a fun story to tell. I will definitely keep up the work on getting out new stories for fans, but right now I am sorry to say I am blocked on what to do with those other ideas floating around in my head. Maybe soon I can knock one out. The book, though, I think is more important right now. It's already almost May and I am hoping for a January 3 release date.
Eek! It's exciting, but I think I'm also getting an ulcer.




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