First, I hope everyone is healthy and managing to maintain at least some semblance of sanity.
Second, a friendly reminder to the all the ladies doing their own eyebrows for the first time since the Bush Administration. It's okay. Don't panic. They'll grow back. That's why we have brow pencils.
And finally, an apology. I'm sorry I haven't been active on social media much in the past few weeks. I'm sorry I haven't been updating my website or my blog.
I'm sorry that the release of Wild Hunt (The Revenant, Book 4) is being pushed back to June 16th.
The fact is, guys, I'm running on empty. Every day is a struggle.
Let us, for a second, forget about my crippling anxiety that left me a neurotic mess for weeks. I'll spare you the stories of the numerous times I've cried in the middle of the grocery stores because all the shelves and refrigerator/freezer cases were empty.
Half my day is now devoted to teaching/helping my children with Online Distance Learning. And I suck at Algebra, y'all. Not even going to lie. I spend hours most nights learning the material so I can then help my teenage boys with things like branding and marketing, creating a currency system, the aspects of the "Hero's Journey", and real-world applications of the quadratic formula.
Since they aren't in school, I'm cooking 2 or 3 meals a day vs just 1. Trips to the grocery store are no longer quick and easy. It's getting better, but they are still, at times, depressing, panic-inducing, and time-consuming as I travel to 3 different stores just to find a handful of essentials. And all of this would probably be at least a little easier if I could actually sleep.
Like many of you, I'm exhausted...physically, mentally, and emotionally.
So, I hope you can understand why I had to push back the release date of Wild Hunt. If you pre-ordered a copy, first off, thank you. You should be getting an email from Amazon soon if you haven't already, informing you of the new release date.
I know we are all facing our own unique challenges right now as we try to navigate how the world has changed, and I deeply appreciate everyone's patience as I work to make Wild Hunt the best book it can be.
Until next time, stay safe, wash your hands, and try not to touch your face. (It's ridiculously hard, I know!)
XoXo - Kali
This is not a drill! The fourth Revenant book is happening, people!
I know it's been 9 million years since I wrote the last one, but I promise, this shit is going down! I'm sorry that it's been such a long wait. I know how frustrating it is to wait FOR-EV-ER for the next book in a series.
The only explanation I can offer is that I just wasn't feeling it. I love this series so much, I couldn't bear to give you guys anything less than 110%, and for the past couple of years, I just haven't had that to give.
Now, though, I'm super excited to get back to this series, and I can't wait to share Cade and Mackenna's story with you!
So, without further ado....
It's time for another edition of Oh, My Google!
If your'e not familiar, here's the gist:
I take an excerpt form my current Work in Progress and run it through several different languages in Google Translate, then finally back to English. The results always leave me giggling.
Today's Oh, My Google is brought to you by Wild Hunt (The Revenant, Book 4), coming Spring 2020!!
Winds throw trees, shrubs and leaves to the forest floor.
In addition, the red light in the clouds looks up at the sky with the reflected sunlight.
The cry was from afar.
Sitting under a large tree, Mackenna closed her eyes, brushing her teeth and squeezing her neck around her neck. Illness does not have to be afraid of her. She was seriously injured.
Currently, they have gums on some legs, paralysis of the knees, and a small brain in the back. The amount of blood lost - and the fact that they did not sleep or eat for three days - was reduced. Today, it can still be small pie slices.
To confirm her deep breath, she slowly released it, and as she was rubbing the flesh she pulled a stone over her skin. The fun is just for a moment. Now the fun part is fun. Press the other finger into the open wound, press your mouth to click.
Suddenly, lightning erupted, causing the nerve to fill her body. It feels awful. She lowered her head. There were tears in her eyes. Fresh blood is delivered from the neck to the chest and mixed with a red metal heater. The temple is in line with all the races and muscles in the body, but they never give up.
She never tried to be six years old.
Ultimately, if she is afraid to subdue herself, she will find it difficult and straightforward. As she dipped her finger in a tracking chip that looked like a small cupboard made of stained glass, she was short.
Guess how much it weighs. The tracker itself is no small feat, but when it touches the palm, it swears that the world is amazing. Unfortunately, there is no time to celebrate. Removing the bell does not matter if you eat.
She died before she got the money.
"Get up," she said in a loud voice. "Wake up, Mom."
Using a wooden truck for help, she was able to lift her legs, but it wasn't difficult. It felt like we were waiting patiently and our eyes were shorter, faster and shorter. Her legs shook and her knees bend twice, but as she walked she walked, putting her feet in front.
Near the freeway - one and a half miles maybe less. She couldn't see, but she could smell. Double growth and itching of the rubber. At first it fails, but you get stronger every time you graduate.
No, this is not an accident. This is a real machine. The engine sounds louder than the air, but it is faster.
Her heart ached in her throat and the smoke cleared the heavy air from her lips, but she kept going. Cold air scratches the outer skin and drops the needle, but it does not shrink.
When it reached the edge of the forest, the light of the battle shone eastward. Fast cars go up the hill and become scouts. Available means of light scanning that she does not want her or anyone else, but it is still a trap.