This isn't an apology. Not precisely, at least.
Bloom Lunacy is a screw-up. It didn't come together the way I wanted it to, and I'm still so new at noveling that in the time it would take me to re-write it, I could have finished another project. I will not be scrapping and redoing Bloom, which means that it's a special kind of finished. A grit-your-teeth-and-post-anyway kind of finished, because feedback is always good and always helpful even when I'm not writing at my best.
There are parts of the story that I like. My hope is that you'll like them too. There are also parts of the story that are so completely on fire that I can barely see through the choking black fumes boiling off of them. If you find one of these parts and you think of something that I could fix or change: tell me. I'm not thin skinned.
So, without further ado, here's a quick little novel about dresses, sparkles, and murder.