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Update on the Sequel

I have been a lazy blogger. Yes. I have had some pretty great guest posts from writer-friends, but I myself haven't actually provided a post in quite a while. I am going to do better.



Okay, okay. I won't do better--but I will silently obsess about it and feel guilty for not doing better. That counts for something, right? No?

Sure it does.

The sequel to Blackbird is coming along nicely. I am trying something new with this book that was suggested to me by my friend Sharon Johnston. That is, I have a reader who gets the ugly, rough draft pages as I write them--before a single edit has been made. She is dedicated, y'all! It keeps me on task knowing that I have someone who is waiting to see what happens next.

I am well over half way done. After I type "the end" I will put the draft through a round or two of edits, then send it to my amazing editor who will help me make it shine. (So far) I am on schedule.

The sequel (still untitled) focuses on Delia, Tallulah's little sister. It takes place exactly one year after the events in Blackbird Summer and begins on a front porch, on one of the hottest days of the year. There is, however, a cold breeze--the kind of breeze that "ushers in forgotten memories and unwanted visitors." I cannot wait to share it with you guys. It is a completely different book, and I hope you like it as much as I do.

If you haven't read Blackbird Summer yet, you can snag all formats at all the usual online retailers, as well as

If you have read it and are interested in joining my group on facebook, then shoot me a message and I will add you. People in my group get first access to books and ARCs as well as any new bookmarks and fun "stuff" I may have for cons. I will leave you with (an unedited) quote from the new book (one that I hope my editor leaves in)

"The branches overhead shook with birds and squirrels, their curiosity peaked by the unseen magic beckoning to them from the baby in my lap. Not so many that it was obvious—but more than you’d expect. The limbs of the trees closest to us dipped subtly toward my daughter, and a patch of black-eyed-susans growing in a wild tangle nearby, strained against their stems reaching in our direction. To someone who didn’t know better—it would seem only an exceptionally beautiful summer day.

But I did know better.

Nature was paying attention to Genevieve Jacklyn Caibre."

-coming soon!

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