Well, here we are.
From Covid knocking the hubby on his ass, to the kids diving back into school, to me somehow making my deadline and finishing Only Everything… let’s just say it’s been REALLY chaotic.
But Z’s better. The kids love school. And me? Well… shit. I’m a little damn confused.
Only Everything was supposed to be my “fun” book. The one where I threw pieces of myself onto the page without worrying about fitting it into a series or a familiar world. It was new, shiny, and freeing… until I finished and sat there after my read-through like:
What the hell did I just write?
Halfway through, I swore it was an A.A. Dark story. Then, as I got closer to the end, I wasn’t sure. I sat there like, OMG… did I just accidentally write an Alaska dark romance book? For days, I wrestled with that. Then, I finished, did a full read-through, and hours later was still staring into the abyss like, Wait… what was that?
That’s when it hit me. I’d put too much of myself in this one. The usual “dark” wasn’t there for me.
So, I broke it down chapter by chapter. Pulled the key elements. Compared it to what is “dark romance.” And you know what? It may not be “gory” dark, but it’s definitely not light or fluffy. It’s emotionally heavy, it’s forbidden, and it’s not an easy read.
Is it dark romance? No. Not quite.
But is it “AA” dark? I think so. I can’t see through the dark film over my own lens right now, but I believe it is. Dee and Nadine are reading it, so soon enough I’ll have my answer.
That’s the importance of having people you trust at your side.
For now, I’m pretty sure we’re looking at a Tier 1: Pitch Black A.A. Dark book.
We’ll see soon enough.
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