So I’ve Put New Covers On Musketeers

I’m permanently moving the chapters to Saturday for a number of reasons, including that Saturday is our day for promoting my readers’ books, and that will bring more attention to that post, if I have two posts that day.  It also works best with my schedule.  Friday will probably end up having an aggregator-with-commentary type post, but not today.  Today you get a state of the writer thing, mostly because you guys have told me you like to know what I’ve done/accomplished/discovered in the epublishing front (and the others to.)

First, I’m ALMOST completely over the crud (but not quite.)  This stupid thing really does have a long ramp up back to health.  It took Dan almost 2 weeks.  Granted he had the flu worse than I, but I had the secondary-infection bronchitis worse than he and what I found this week is that if I push it a little too much, it will knock me back a day, so I’m being very careful (I’m sure it is for the first time but you see, I REALLY want to finish books for Baen ASAP.)

So, that’s my goal for the next two/three months: finish Through Fire (which should be a matter of a week, though these things always take longer just in the final edit), then write Darkship Revenge which starts with:

We were out in space, away from all human habitation, and I was slightly pregnant.  This wouldn’t be so bad if my husband hadn’t come from a world where babies are found under cabagge leaves.  Okay, I Lie.  They come from bio-engineered pouches called bio-wombs, which can be worn by either, both parents or paid surrogates.  They only look like cabbage leaves.

And which is being very loud and worrying me because that opening doesn’t sound like space opera.  Only, fortunately (?) the next second they find themselves in the middle of a battle, so that’s okay, right?

And then I must do Bowl of Red.

The problem with my having been sick since October (with maybe three weeks okay in between) is that the books that were waiting are all cued up and ready to go and they’re not taking no for an answer.

The thing is, while there are other potential issues — I must in the middle of all this find time to go see an endocrinologist because my vision has changed to way worse in six months (and no, it’s not diabetes, or at least doesn’t appear to be) — I’m convinced that most of the reason I’ve been sick for six months is that I have very low attention span.  Or very low boredom threshold.  Meaning when I’m well enough to get bored, the books are pushing, and I jump in with both feet.  Which nine times out of ten means I either get sick again or, if I’ve impatiently fretted till I’m ALMOST well, just gets me stuck at that weakened level until the next infection comes along.  Since my son volunteers at the hospital, that’s usually a week or so.  And then each time I get a little worse.

This is due to “illusions of being made of titanium” as my older son says, or more likely to really bad habits acquired when I was twenty and DID bounce back from infections within less than a week and was fine.  I guess having passed fifty things change.  You know, these bodies need longer warranties.  Just when you start hitting your stride, they start having issues.

Anyway, so I need to do those three for Baen ASAP.  Witchfinder is in its last-last edit.  The problem is the editor and I had some software issues, so half of his comments have gone missing.  Since he uses comments for continuity issues… yeah.  Dan is reading and marking it now.  As soon as it’s done, I’ll send it to early payers, and then get it ready so it comes out print/ebook at the same time.

Meanwhile I have a LOOOOONG backlog of books that need covers/new covers and/or to go back up, so I’ve been working on covers while I was too sick to think in words.  This is where the new Musketeer covers came from.

There will be others and I must somehow find time to put all the old stuff up.  Mostly because it’s money I’m not making and if you think I’m so wealthy I don’t need it, you’ve been sorely misinformed about writers with two sons in college.  I’m hoping to do that in the evenings, after I write during the day.

After I’m done with the three books that must go to Baen ASAP, there will be A Fatal Paws, the first Orphan Kittens mystery,

This is NOT a link.  It's not up yet.  It might not even be the FINAL cover.
This is NOT a link. It’s not up yet. It might not even be the FINAL cover.

followed by A Well Inlaid Death.

And then we’ll see.  I counted half-finished books and there are over twenty, so.

What I really need is a cloning machine.

Anyway, here are the musketeers resplendent in their new-cover-dom.  The links below are to Amazon, but I’ve also put them up at B & N and Smashwords.  I must do Kobo — maybe this evening?  (I also have new covers for Shakespeare to upload and so on.)

This series will be continued as soon as I get all five initial ones up and finish the sixth.  Sorry to be so late, but my health set everything back at least six months (and really more, since I’m still taking it easy.)

D’Artagnan came to Paris to join the musketeers, not to fight them. And yet, within a day he had a duel arranged with the three most fearsome among them: Athos, Porthos and Aramis. He’d have died, surely, if the duel hadn’t been interrupted by the guards of Cardinal Richelieu. Given a chance, D’Artagnan fought on the side of the musketeers and, having won, went with the musketeers on an epic drinking spree… At the end of which, in an alleyway, they found the corpse of a beautiful woman, dressed as a musketeers and looking like the Queen. Who is the mysterious corpse? And why and how was she killed? The four swear to unravel the mystery and plunge into a world of intrigue and danger

Aramis’ Mistress is killed in a locked room. Only he could have done it. He didn’t do it. Mind you, it would suit a lot of people to have him hanged for it anyway. So he goes on the run, (worst of all, he has to stay with his mother, a terrible creature known as Maman!) and his friends have to clear his name.
When Porthos starts teaching a young sprig of nobility how to fence and ride horses, the last thing he expects is that the young man will be found poisoned. Or that once the boy is dead, his carefully constructed identity will dissolve in a nightmare of blackmail and deception that will involve Porthos’ own past and the highest levels of nobility. Into this the four musketeers will have to plunge to find the real murderer before he kills again.