Well, it’s time to officially announce it. I’ve received messages from many of you asking about the preorder for my next book, Her Name Was Lola. Instead of continuing to field questions privately, I just need to lay the whole ugly truth out there.
The book isn’t ready.
It should be finished. It should be edited. It should be uploaded, laid out, and ready to ship in just over a week.
It’s not.
It’s not even close.
The truth is, I’m still working on the first draft—I was just this morning typing away on it. But it’s nowhere near ready for publishing.
It was right before Christmas when I finally…FINALLY, admitted to myself that there was no amount of pushing, all-nighters, or epic 5000-word-a-day writing sessions that were going to save me. There was still too much work, too much tweaking, too much layering—too much EVERYTHING that still needed to happen for this book.
And that pre-order deadline just kept creeping closer and closer and freaking me out more and more. As soon as January hit, I said, “All right, that’s enough. Time to face facts, Rebecca.”
And with that, I cancelled the orders that had already been placed.
It’s a risk, absolutely. There’s no guarantee all those readers will be understanding… no telling if they’ll come back and still buy the book when it is available. And I’m sorry about that. Truely. It kills me to disappoint someone who has shown faith in my work.
But at the end of the day, I want to give those readers a book that will absolutely knock their socks off. Keep them up at night. Stop them from being able to put that book down until they finally, finally find out what is happening and why.
And honestly…Her Name Was Lola isn’t that book yet.
But it will be.
So readers, thank you for your patience. And forgiveness. I promise it will be worth the wait in the end.
