I haven't done one of these in a while, huh? Mostly, it's because I lost track of the day of the week a LOT in November and December, but since I'm so close to getting this book out, I think it's time for a mini celebration.
That's right, you can grab The Weary Traveler and The Wayward Deed in paperback now! The third and final book in the series, The Willful Inheritor, will also be available in paperback as soon as (or slightly after, proof copies take FOREVER to ship) the book itself releases in the next few weeks. Di was… Continue reading Vacancy Paperbacks Are Here!
A few things to celebrate: I won Camp NaNoWriMo! Another mostly-finished draft is done, and a future for Vacancy has been sealed. This series still needs a lot of work, but every day forward this month has been a massive step toward its publication date, and that feels amazing. I ended up topping out at… Continue reading Goodbye, July!
In August 2017 Hurricane Harvey spawned storms into Tampa Bay that downed trees and knocked out power. Andy and I went on our usual walk along the Hillsborough River after the storms had passed. There was debris and water everywhere, but the clouds had gone and the sky had that post-storm brightness to it, even… Continue reading Rutherford
I'm in a much better mood today, Dear Reader, and I think it's in large part due to my littlest kitty crawling into my lap and giving me kitty kisses. Rutherford's kisses are bizarre, though. He likes to have his chin scratched (wait for it, it gets weird) as he shoves his snout into your… Continue reading Divine
Somehow it's theoretically worse in my head than turning 30. That "1" is solid. All I want for my birthday now is to eat. Did you know up until recently becoming pregnant at or after 35 was called "geriatric pregnancy?" They now use the term "advanced maternal age" which is...better? Adult birthdays are horseshit not… Continue reading Thoughts On Turning 31
Part I and Part II if you're interested. Cat wrangling, much like ballet, is simultaneously an art and a sport. It leaves you breathless as well as creatively drained. On the morning we were to finally leave, the Thursday after Valentine's Day and a day behind schedule, our furry children had to be put in… Continue reading The Big Move Part III: Resignation
My favorite euphemism was born one fine Sunday afternoon when a Jehovah's Witness came proselytizing at our door. Husband answered, intending to politely explain we were already zealously devoted to the Dark Lord, when the good Witness spotted one of our cats, Bartholomew. When Husband saw the man's eyes fall onto and then expand at… Continue reading Figure of Speech: Paradiastole
The day is finally here, and I have to say: I'm excited but more so I am relieved! Blogging every day was fun to do for a month, but not something I would commit to for any longer than that. There were too many days where I posted something that was not at all up… Continue reading Blogmas: Christmas
Why are you so obsessed with the toilet? Even after the great plunge of two ought seventeen, you still insist on challenging a one-handed me to keep you at bay. How can you differentiate the toilet from, say, the couch? Both are sat upon, both are read upon. How do you know this seat is… Continue reading Questions Only A Cat Can Answer