Happy New Year, Readers! In the hope of starting the year out right, I aim to get some writing done this morning. I got stuck on the fourth Blood Witch book, so I’ve switched gears and gone back to The Daughters of Morru. I’m at the point in the plot there that I need to finesse
It wasn’t the worst year on record, but it wasn’t the best either. It was a year of ups and downs, turn arounds and backflips. It was the first full year without my father in this world, my first Christmas without him. There was a lot of added responsibility with taking care of my stepmother
It is hard to believe that we are at the midpoint of December. It’s been a year of status quo, travel, and challenge. For a good chunk of the year, I’ve felt stuck in a rut, but I’ve also traveled to a number of places I’ve never been before (and a few I have). Mom and
I’ve felt stymied on Book 4 of the Blood Witch Saga for months on end. I stare at the page and I type a few words, but I’m stuck. So, yesterday I broke out one of the other works in progress, “The Daughters of Morru” which has been languishing on my hard drive for over
One of the best things in the whole world, for me anyway, is giving to those who have nothing, no way to repay a kindness. Sometimes this takes the form of buying breakfast for an unhoused person, sometimes it’s five bucks to get someone home on the train. When I’m feeling down, I seek out
*blows off the dust* So, after my father died, writing kind of took a back seat to dealing with the aftermath and getting my stepmother situated to carry on life without him. It meant a lot of travel back and forth to Tucson, all while I was grieving. It meant that there was very little
It’s been a hell of a year. I’ve struggled, I’ve persevered, I’ve almost given up. I’ve had my feet knocked out from under me, I’ve accomplished some amazing things, I’ve lost people I loved. While I have worked at keeping my head up and my eyes on the horizon, it hasn’t been easy, and that’s
Yesterday I turned in my final edits on book three of the Blood Witch Saga. I think it’s my favorite of the series. What’s not to love about a gender-bent Victorian society, a Jack-The-Ripper style serial killer and magic? Thána, Xen, and Daria find themselves in a world where witches are killed by hanging, and
I’m headed back to Tucson in just over an hour. I’ll be gone for four days, coming home Thursday evening. On the agenda is a couple of doctor’s appointments with my step mother, getting her set up with in home care and dealing with some paperwork. I’m also working three of those days, so that
I’m in Tucson, Arizona for the weekend, visiting my father and his wife while my Uncle Paul, Aunt Agnes, Aunt Sue and cousin Zoe are also in town. I haven’t seen my aunts and uncle in at least twenty years. There have been a lot of changes in my life since then, and theirs too.
Natalie J. Case 