I wish I had a nickle for every time someone asked me that. I'd have almost a buck now.
The fact is, I was on-target to deliver the MMS to my editor by Hallowe'en, when I had a spate of personal issues ranging from sick kids to a three-molar extraction and subsequent painkiller binge, immediately after my trip to the NY ComicCon, followed by pre-holiday crap, end-of-semester crap, a wife who went to two conferences in one week, and general Super Daddy mayhem. Oh, plus I work a demanding day-job. So Warmage, while it's 90% complete, isn't done yet.
When you're trying to guesstimate just how long it's going to take you to write something, you're usually off by a factor of 6 months or so. Which means if I get this puppy done by the end-of-month, then I can get my editor to knock it out, format it, and have it up by Christmas.
That's The Plan.
But here's the thing: I might not. Holidays and stuff. Real life. It really gets in the way of one's career aspirations, but what can you do? I'm going to do my damnedest, but if it's a choice between finishing a mediocre book on time or finishing a good book late, I'll choose the latter, because I have integrety towards my craft and I am lazy.
That being said . . . I'm still shootin' for early December. No, really.
Also, a brief note on Spellmonger: my editor has it now, and as soon as she's done slashing and hacking, I'll put up a second edition with far, far fewer gramatical mistakes. Since my editor is a Professor of Journalism, I expect that the second edition will therefore be much more readable. Tell your friends.
And anyone who posts a positive review on Amazon.com and then emails me at email@example.com with the subject line: SYCOPHANT, then I'll send you the rough-draft copy of the first chapter as it stands. A positive review means three stars or above. I consider anything two stars and below to be negative, which means you probably don't want to read the sequel anyway.