Author Connie Suttle

Author Connie Suttle:
Urban Fantasy/ Young Adult

Wednesday, June 29, 2011


I woke this morning early, and since the cats think that the opening of my eyes heralds gooshie food, I fed them. Then, just to check things out, I logged onto (When I downloaded the book yesterday, I was informed that it would take at least 24 hours for the book to be available). Surprisingly, Blood Wager was there and waiting. I shamelessly downloaded the first copy for myself.

Tuesday, June 28, 2011


Today was the day--the last day--that I'd set aside to do the multitude of things necessary to publish Blood Wager as an e-book and have it available for purchase on July first.. It makes me think of an old commercial that an oil company ran years ago: "If you don't have an oil well, get one!" Only my slogan would be, "If you don't have an e-book, make one!" I made one, now I have to wait and see if I did everything right to get it onto Amazon's website. I'll keep you posted.

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Tunnel. Vision.

Soon. Blood Wager will be uploaded on Amazon. Soon. This process I travel through to get the book ready (or as ready as I can make it) makes me think of my first visit to Yosemite.  We drove there from Fresno, where my youngest sister lives. It is a grueling trek through steep mountain roads, some with curves so tight you double back often while watching other vehicles directly below, traveling the same stretch you just covered.  You see nothing except those hairpin turns, thick stands of pines and the occasional redwood that rises to seemingly endless heights.  And then comes the tunnel.  Dim and lengthy it is, and you are required to turn on headlights before entering. The journey through that tunnel seems endless, and you may expect to find more steep mountain, more curves and more trees on the other side.  Instead, the moment you come away from the tunnel, you see it.  What all the fuss is about.  Why all the tourists come.  It is magnificent, that vista.  A wide valley stands before you, with El Capitan in the distance, all of it so grandly glorious you feel compelled to reach out a hand to touch.

While editing and making corrections on Blood Wager, I have the same sensation as traveling the tunnel into Yosemite.  Writing the book was the journey through the mountain, with editing being the tunnel at the end.  I only hope the view on the other side will be even a fraction as satisfying as my first glimpse of Yosemite.