Dark Dreams Audiobook Update
I’m happy to report that the Dark Dreams audiobook files have passed the approval hurdles at all the big retailers. Whew! Fourteen months of work has not been wasted. The audio files will continue to roll out to new retailers, with more being added all the time.
Something frustrating I learned during this process is that creators can’t set the price of their audiobooks on Audible. Audible sets the price, which in my opinion, is much too high for this genre. But in the markets where I was able to set the price, I priced the audiobook at the paperback price of $16.99 US. And for those of you who have subscriptions to Audible, Kobo, or others, you’ll get an even better deal.
The unaffiliated retailer links are listed under “All Other Retailers” on my Bookstore Page. You can also find the unaffiliated links below (the link to audible is glitchy—you may have to search for the book by title and JP McLean).
If you’re a library customer, please ask your local library to order the audiobooks, which are now on Libby and Overdrive.
Witch Book Progress
Writing on the WIP (Work in Progress) is speeding along at an unprecedented clip. I’m at the 25% mark on my way to 90-100K words. Let’s hope I can keep up the pace.
That’s all my news for January of 2025. My thoughts and prayers go out to those of you impacted by the California wildfires.
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Two weeks ago, we made a trip to Whistler. The last time I was there was when Secret Sky won honourable mention at the Whistler Independent Book Awards.
This time we were dog-sitting. Our sweet rent-a-dog was Babe, a nine-month-old poodle. She’s a bundle of energy and still has the puppy clumsiness that I find adorable. She also kept us active, walking at least six kilometres each day. Babe did a stellar job of tiring us out so we’d sleep through the night.
First stop: Toronto
I love the old stone buildings and the towering spires of the Cathedral Church of St. James is a beautiful example.
Red brick is a Toronto staple and found everywhere. I snapped a pic of the Flatiron building with the Trompe l’ceil wall on the rear.
City Hall made me pause. I remembered finishing a ten-kilometre Miles-for-Millions walkathon there when I was a pre-teen (though I can’t remember where the trek began or what we were raising money for).
I stopped to watch dogs and their owners enjoy a whimsical spouting fountain in Berczy Park that made me wish I still had my dogs.
The St. Lawrence Market hasn’t changed, though the pork chops weren’t piled sky high in the butchers’ cases like they used to be.
We said goodbye to our sweet Miss Molly yesterday. If I ever make it to those pearly gates, I’m going to have a word with someone about the lifespan of dogs. It’s far too short and I’m not sure my heart can take any more holes.
When she got released from the twelve-step undergarment program, she got hooked on shoes. If we left her alone, she’d gather an oddball collection and keep them safe on the bed. She even managed to carry one of John’s dusty, steel-toed boots, complete with the unopened one-litre water bottle he’d shoved inside, up to the bed in the 5th wheel when we lived in Mexico.
Other dogs and cats, however, weren’t fooled by the cute factor. They knew if Molly visited them, she would beeline it for their chow, and she enjodidn’t discriminate by brand or species. She’d clean out a budgie’s dish if she could reach it.