Any normal June 1st would see me waist deep in preparation for San Francisco’s Pride Festival and Parade, which usually happens near the end of June. I’d be planning training sessions for my volunteer groups and their supervisors. I’d be fielding phone calls from first time volunteers over the phone, holding skype calls to help
The Blood Witch is off with my first agent query, as of last week. I’m nervous and terrified and very excited. I am so very pleased with this book and these characters and I can only hope that someone out there likes the story enough to represent me and get me a good book deal.
With allergy season in full swing here in Northern California, it can be hard to convince folks that I’m not “sick” and that it is “just allergies”. My eyes are constantly itching and watering. I’m so congested and my sinuses so swollen that my face is puffy. And to make the whole trifecta, there is
As we start a new week, I find myself very worried about money, but still optimistic overall. I have a little bit of work, with a vague promise of more on the horizon. I haven’t been paid yet for my first week, just submitted my hours for the second week, and we embark on the
All week this week I’ve been telling myself to write up a post. Each day I stare at the screen with no idea what to say. And suddenly it’s Friday again and I didn’t post at all through the week. Today, I’m having trouble staying focused on any one thing. I get up from the
Happy Friday, Readers! I meant to post earlier in the week, but I have actual, paying work at the moment, so my attention has been on that. How are you coping? I’ve had a few bad days, but between work on The Blood Witch and working in my container garden, I’ve found ways to keep
There are two times of the year when the veil that separates this plane from the next grows thin, making communication with the dead easier, among other things. At Samhain we often invite our dead to sup with us, preparing their favorite foods and drink and setting them out on our tables. Our rituals tend
There comes a point in every book where I want to chuck it all in and never write another word. I start to question my plot. I start to think my characters are crap. I become fairly certain that the whole thing is a steaming pile of garbage left to rot in the sun. Thankfully,
I’ve been working all week on my first edit of The Blood Witch. I’m up to chapter 25, which is where I will be starting this morning. I have so much love for this character. Well, all of them, honestly. I need to work on establishing some of them a little more, make them stronger
I was going to start this post with some trite comment about surviving another week in this apocalyptic hell, but realized almost immediately that not everybody has survived. So many people I know has lost someone in the last few weeks, or has a loved one in the hospital that they can’t visit. Nearly everyone
