So you guys, this will sound like it's coming out of left field, but I'm going on hiatus.

There's this book that I've been working on sporadically for the past four years, since

before I even dreamed of the world of ghosts and burbs.

It's actually the first in a cozy mystery series of seven books, and it's well on its way

to being complete.

It is my biggest, wildest, craziest dream to have it traditionally published, even saying

that out loud makes me so excited at the possibility of it that I could spin off into orbit.

And its characters have been getting louder and louder the past year or so, screaming

at me to tell their story.

So I know I have to try, but trying carries with it a sort of Sophie's choice, if I were

to describe it in the most inappropriately melodramatic way possible.

Trying means that I simply must take a writing course, or three, to polish things up, because

even though I've begun to get the knack for telling ghost stories, mysteries with all

their clues and red herrings and structure and such are quite tricky for me.

Something means that the precious hours I have available for writing must be devoted

to one single project if I'm going to do anything at all well.

Trying means turning away briefly from an incredibly cool gig.

We've almost hit one million downloads, you guys.

I never even dreamed anyone would listen to these stories.

I really didn't.

And yet here we are.

And here I am telling you that I need a break to chase another pie in the sky dream.

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