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.