It’s Friday the 13th, which honestly is a day I love, and not only because I was born on one. I’ll be honest, most superstitions strike me as odd, but they tell us a lot about who we are, or who we came from. The roots of such superstitions can be illuminating, and they illustrate
As a writer, I look at every experience as an opportunity to learn human behavior, to observe from the sidelines as the world goes on around me. I mean, sure I get frustrated and even angry with things, but even then a part of my brain is taking in the color and cataloging characters in
So, November was an interesting month. I chose to focus on The Blood Witch for NaNoWrMo, dedicated my morning makeup routine time to writing, and spent at least four hours every Saturday and Sunday writing. On November 29th, I hit 50K and breathed a sigh of relief. I’m really fond of a lot of what
Yesterday was a momentous day in the land of The Blood Witch as I got across the 40K words mark. I had hoped to be further along, but well…life. Being a writer who has to hold down a day job and who lives alone, thus is responsible for all of the housework and grocery shopping
I live in a fairly affluent little city in the San Francisco Bay Area’s east bay. It’s the kind of place where we have stand alone Williams Sonoma, Nordstrom and Neiman Marcus stores, a boutique-y place that sells $60 pajama pants and $159 sweaters, more restaurants than you could sample in a month, and a
I saw someone on Facebook say that it feels like we’re living in a simulation and wow, I felt that. Reality seems so surreal these days where you can never be sure if “news” is actually news or parody, and even the real news is so skewed to reflect whichever side the reporter/news organization is
I’m sitting here on Sunday morning, in my nice flannel PJs, sipping on some coffee and working on waking up enough to write. Today’s writing agenda is to start/finish chapter thirteen, get the plot moving and step up to the next thing on the vague sort of journey in my head. Of course, being a
You know, I think I could tolerate this migraine if it was just the headache, but this time the pain brought a bunch of friends to play with it. Yesterday was awful, filled with sensitivity to light and sound and touch, nausea, fever, chills…just a mess of stuff that made me feel like dying was
National Novel Writing Month. NaNoWrMo. I’m pretty sure every writer I know has done it at least once. I’ve played a few times, but never found it super productive, and so I haven’t done it in a few years. However, a number of my Sirens sisters are doing Nano this year, and I’m hot on
It is that time of year again, as the veil thins and the spirits of the dead move through the land and the world remembers that witches exist. Sure, we’re around all the time, but mostly people forget until Samhain approaches, and then suddenly we’re meant to perform our witchness for them. Okay, so witchness
