Author of spooky, fantastical and swoony fiction and blogger of high strangeness.
We live in scary times, yo. It seems like every day I’m hearing another sad story about someone losing their job, and those stories are beginning to have fewer degrees of separation. The circle is closing in, going from affecting total strangers, to people I kinda-sorta know, to people I know quite well and have […]
Read More »First, a note on Heroes: in case there was ever any doubt, last night’s episode made it very clear that I am a sucker for redemptive former Big Bads with rock hard abs. Hel-looooooo Sylar-nurse! On to NaNo. I made it to 15,000 words over the weekend. That’s not where I should be here in […]
Read More »Hi Internets! I guess I should post an update before I take off for the weekend. My daily word count this week has been pretty hit-or-miss–or just miss if you take into account that 2,000+ word a day goal. That Write or Die site has been a life-saver–it’s the only reason I have any word […]
Read More »Well, I’m far enough behind that I need to write a little over 2,100 words a day to make 50,000, and so far today’s a wash. I think it’s the weather making me unable to concentrate. I mean that in both a literal and figurative sense, because the political climate change is hard to tear […]
Read More »So apparently getting vomit-my-guts-out sick the first week of NaNoWriMo is becoming a tradition with me. Thankfully, this year wasn’t nearly so severe as last year, with the ambulance ride and all the dysentery. Just a fun round of puking followed by two days of sleeping off a low-grade fever. During my brief awake periods […]
Read More »Doing it. Working on Hero Factor. This won’t make me eligible for a shiny button or certificate at the end, but all I really want for Christmas is to finish this book, so that’s fine by me. Here’s the agenda. The one I made up just now, in my head, and is totally subject to […]
Read More »This is the seed of something that will very likely become my next NaNoWriMo project. *** Splinters from the boards over the window dug into her back as strong hands pinned her there with only half as much force as they were able. She would have bruises later, but so what? The cool tongue in […]
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