Hiya! So sorry for the radio silence. I went on a super fantastic road trip and returned to brave the dangers of Revisionland. The good news is that edits are in for book 3, which, in case you haven’t heard, is called THREE (real original, I know, I know, but it makes sense if you’ve read BREAKING POINT, ok?). Anyway, I’m SUPER EXCITED those are off my plate and really happy with the finished (for now) product.
A couple quick announcements:
1. The audio version of BREAKING POINT is up on audible.com. Thank you for your patience. The narrator is fabulous, and I hope you really enjoy it.
2. THREE is available for pre-order. Thanks for checking it out!
3. ARTICLE 5, or rather ARTIKEL 5, is out in Germany! WOO HOO!
But back to the road trip. The hubs and I decided we should take baby face for a bit of a drive this summer, and what better places to go to inspire me to finish revisions than Ember’s home! Louisville! And after that, we continued on, hitting a few more crucial places in her ARTICLE 5 – BREAKING POINT – THREE journey. It was so great to see these places again, I can’t even tell you. I did work some on the trip…
And when I came home I was absolutely ready to jump back into Ember’s world.
So first, we visited the street where it all began…
My knees gave way. I barely registered the hard feel of
the floor beneath me. Chase was as pale as death itself. He
was right to be. He knew that place all too well.
Fourteen- fifty Ewing Avenue was my address.
-BREAKING POINT, pg. 212
Then we continued on, to a place where things had been pretty ugly for our heroine: The Girls’ Reformatory and Rehabilitation Center, otherwise known as the campus of West Virginia University.
From outside the bus, I had a better view. We stood before
an old building, like the kind you see in history books surrounded
by men wearing ruffled shirts and curly wigs. It was
red brick, but some of the bricks had faded to gray, giving the
illusion that its flat face was potholed. The front doors were
tall and freshly painted white and bordered on both sides by
stout columns supporting a triangular overhang. My eyes
wandered up six floors, squinting in the fresh morning sun.
A copper bell hung dormant in a tower on the roof.
-ARTICLE 5, pg. 39
Across the street behind me was a clover- patched knoll,
and on it a long set of stairs that descended to an open pavilion
and a more modern, glass-plated building. Another set of
stairs disappeared below this level down the hill. It looked
like one of the old college campuses that had been shut down
during the War.
-ARTICLE 5, pgs. 39-40
We drove through a huge split in the mountains on the way to Maryland…
“SORT of makes you feel short, doesn’t it?” I said as the highway approached an enormous wedge cut into the mountainside. The mustard- colored walls stretched up over three hundred feet on either side, so that only a band of silver sky was visible overhead. Trees and vines, in various states of maturity, reached their crooked fingers toward us, having been long without the care of city maintenance workers. Chase was forced to reduce our speed as we jostled over a mudslide that had spewed out onto the road.
A large sign on my right that read SIDELING HILL VISITOR’S
CENTER, NEXT EXIT, had been tampered with: Just below the words, a cross and a flag had been spray- painted with a big neon green X through it.
-ARTICLE 5, pg. 138
…and visited a sporting goods store where Ember learned just how far Chase was going to go to keep her safe.
We passed through the gap of Sideling Hill and continued
on toward Hagerstown. Thirty- three more miles, the sign said.
It was evacuated so quickly that most stores had been abandoned, full of merchandise. We’d see how intact that merchandise still was, eight years later, then catch the connecting highway south to Harrisonburg.
-ARTICLE 5, pg. 139
We did pass the ranch Chase and Ember barely escaped as well.
We had no choice but to stay the night— or at least make
them think we were staying the night— unless we wanted to
risk them contacting the MM for a curfew violation.
-ARTICLE 5, pg. 233
So many other stops as well – Knoxville, a crucial point in books 1 and 2; Chattanooga, a stop in book 3; Atlanta, also visited in book 3, various places on the South Carolina coast that are addressed in the third book; and others. I don’t want to give too much away about the conclusion of Ember’s story, but I will say this place, in South Carolina, perfectly fit one of the scenes that takes place in THREE. Ok, here’s a teensy spoiler:
The intersection before the minimart was empty. The gas pumps still stood, but their hoses were ripped away. In the sun outside the entrance a man in street clothes was seated on a metal chair. He was slumped forward, asleep, his hands on his lap, his chin on his chest.
You’re like, yeah, it’s a gas station, big whoop. But it’s one of my favorite parts of the book.
Now that revisions on THREE are in, things are going to be picking up speed as we head toward publication. That means the reveal of the cover (WOO HOO!), ARC’s, and well…probably giveaways. I do love a good giveaway.
Have a great week.