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2026: New Year, New Ripples (and a Rail-Replacement Nightmare)

🌑 2026: New Year, New Ripples (and a Rail-Replacement Nightmare)

Hi everyone,

I hope you’re all doing well. Can we just take a moment? It’s 2026 already—how on earth did that happen? I feel like I blinked and the calendar did a full-scale transformation on me!

I hope your Christmas was full of light and perhaps a little bit of that "happy chaos." Mine was a bit of a whirlwind, culminating in a journey from "Dark Durham" back to the North West that I can only describe as a true test of authorial endurance. Between a dodgy leg and a change at Leeds that we won't speak about (writers' gold, perhaps, but a logistical nightmare at the time!), I finally made it home. I almost said I reached my "final destination," but let’s not tempt fate just yet!

📖 The Book is Out!

For those who haven't seen yet, the paperback of Iridescence of the Raven is officially live! You can grab your copy via the link in the sidebar. To those of you in the US (especially Florida!) who have already jumped into the world of the Blaines—thank you. The ripples are spreading further than I ever imagined.

You can keep up with my daily ramblings over on Facebook and Twitter. Instagram is currently on a "supernatural hiatus" until I sort out a new phone number, but I’m very much active on the others!

📺 Recharging the Creative Embers

Now that I’m back in the warmth, I’m planning a bit of a birthday treat. I’m looking forward to sinking into a Final Destination marathon. There’s something so brilliantly dark about how "obvious" the end seems, only for something completely freaky and unexpected to happen. It’s a great lesson in tension!

I’ve also got the seven Harry Potter films on my list, though at the moment, I’m decompressing with the gentler world of All Creatures Great and Small. It’s a bit of a tonal shift from the "Alliance," isn't it?

🖋️ Work in Progress: Series Two

Don't worry—the ink hasn't dried. I’m already deep into the "polishing" phase of Series Two. I decided to break the story where I did to save you from lugging around a 700-page tome! No one wants a book that doubles as a doorstop.

We’re aiming for a much sleeker 300 to 400 pages this time around. I’m currently wrestling with the title... I’ve been tapping my pencil so hard the lead snapped!

Current Working Titles (Help me choose!):

  • Shattered Dreams

  • Losing You

  • Embers of Betrayal

  • The Revenant’s Toll

Let me know which one chills your blood just the right amount.

Until the next ripple,

[Katherine Eileen Dowling]



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