No two persons ever read the same book.
I love the way readers make novels their own. I notice it most in reviews of my books. Invariably, a reviewer will decide a novel is about something I never intended. It is, for that person.
I’ve returned copy edits for Sojourner, (Tales of Faeraven 3). I’ll let you know when I have a release date. To receive an announcement as soon as it releases, sign up for the Creative Worlds of Janalyn Voigt e-letter.
Next up in this genre is DawnKing (Tales of Faeraven 4). I’ll finish writing this book throughout the summer.
Western Historical Romance
Cheyenne Sunrise (Montana Gold, book 2) went to the editor in June. I’m happy with the story. This book releases in February 2018. To be notified when it releases, sign up for the Creative Worlds of Janalyn Voigt e-letter.
I’m currently editing Deceptive Tide (Islands of Intrigue, book 3). I’m thrilled to bring my debut romantic suspense novel to readers shortly. To receive an announcement as soon as it releases, sign up for the Creative Worlds of Janalyn Voigt e-letter.
I’ve been a bit reclusive lately due to deadlines, but look for me at the NW Book Festival in July. If you are in the area, I’d love it if you’d stop by my booth and say hello. Find details here: http://www.nwbookfestival.com.
This month’s Literary Wayfarer Journal is all about choosing your own adventure and escaping mindless living. Read The Road Less Traveled.
Final Thoughts from Janalyn
The beauty of a story is that it lives and breathes with each reader. A little imagination and maybe a sprinkle of pixie dust, is all it takes.
Thanks for reading! I’ll leave you with a poem in keeping with this month’s Literary Wayfarer offering.
The Road Not Taken
by Robert FrostTwo roads diverged in a yellow wood,And sorry I could not travel bothAnd be one traveler, long I stoodAnd looked down one as far as I couldTo where it bent in the undergrowth;Then took the other, as just as fair,And having perhaps the better claim,Because it was grassy and wanted wear;Though as for that the passing thereHad worn them really about the same,And both that morning equally layIn leaves no step had trodden black.Oh, I kept the first for another day!Yet knowing how way leads on to way,I doubted if I should ever come back.I shall be telling this with a sighSomewhere ages and ages hence:Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—I took the one less traveled by,And that has made all the difference.