A Typical Day Living with Williams Syndrome

0424150809This photo breaks my heart and makes me smile at the same time. It stirs up emotion.

This is my beautiful, guileless son, who has Williams Syndrome. He’s crying in the bathtub after I told him his behavior wasn’t up to par and he wouldn’t earn a trip to McDonalds unless he improved.

His emotions are always so close to the surface. He wants to do what’s right, and he tries to please. He spent the rest of the morning giving me kisses and proving how good he could be.

We have challenges every single day. I drop into bed utterly exhausted at night, every night, and have for the past twelve years. But I wouldn’t change this sweetheart for the world.


Don’t Starve Together with GoJoBot


So I had one of the most entertaining interviews ever! GoJoBot and Driftwood Kid invited me to play the super cute, kinda creepy Don’t Starve Together game with them. While we were busy skinning beefalo and eating mushrooms (don’t eat raw red ones!), they asked me a bit about books and other things. Each interview runs for about ten minutes and you get to watch our gameplay. It was a blast! I hope they invite me back.

The first interview is here!

And the second is here. Let the ghost dance party begin!

It was a hoot. And if you like what you see, be sure to subscribe to GoJoBot’s Youtube Channel. That guy is just hilarious. Thanks, my friends!

Nameless: The Darkness Comes

namelessNameless: The Darkness Comes by Mercedes M. Yardley

LUNA MASTERSON SEES DEMONS. She has been dealing with the demonic all her life, so when her brother gets tangled up with a demon named Sparkles, ‘Luna the Lunatic’ rolls in on her motorcycle to save the day.

Armed with the ability to harm demons, her scathing sarcasm, and a hefty chip on her shoulder, Luna gathers the most unusual of allies, teaming up with a green-eyed heroin addict and a snarky demon ‘of some import.’

After all, outcasts of a feather should stick together…even until the end.

This is the volume one in The Bone Angel Trilogy by Mercedes M. Yardley, author of the award-winning novella, Apocalyptic Montessa and Nuclear Lulu: A Tale of Atomic Love.

You may purchase Nameless: The Darkness Comes here.

Vulnerability and Accountability

So this isn’t easy for me to say publicly. It isn’t a life-shattering thing in any way, but admitting it makes it true.

I’m diabetic.

I’m diabetic and have been for years. Gestational diabetes with Middlest, and it simply never went away. That was almost eight years ago.

Not only am I diabetic, but I’m wildly uncontrolled.


This is because I like baking too much. I’m too busy looking after the children. The medicine makes me sick. I forget to take the shots. What have you.

I don’t want to admit I’m ill. I don’t want to admit that I have this chronic sickness that makes me dizzy, that makes me forget things.

image(43)Today I felt awful. Tired and irritated and jumping out of my skin. My entire body ached. I was exhausted. I couldn’t concentrate, and I was cranky.

I went to my room for a bit, hoping that I could get away from the pain and irritation. I just wanted to be left alone. But then I thought, “You know what? I bet my sugars are high. Let’s check.” This was a huge step for me.

I don’t check my sugars for a reason. They’re always high, and also hello denial! I don’t want to have a chronic illness. I don’t want to be broken.

But I also can’t continue to live like this. Suck it up, Buttercup! Face reality. Grab the bull by the horns. GET BETTER.

My glucose level was 354. Which is frightening. I discussed this with a dear friend last night and he said that’s how high his glucose was when he had a heart attack. I said, “This scares me.”  He said, “Perhaps I said it to scare you.”

That’s what true friends do, so you know. They scare you when you need it.


My daughter painted my nails. Aren’t they lovely?

I do have an insulin pen that I seldom use. I have medication. I know I need to eat regularly. That’s my biggest problem. I just kind of forget until it’s nearly too late.

Anyway, here we go! I said it publicly. I’m a diabetic and I hate it with everything I have. I hate the vulnerability of it. I hate the changes that are taking place. I’m giving up the Coke Zero, which is insanely hard for me. We’re tossing out my emotional crutches. I cried today as I poured my sugar out into the trash, but my husband and I have committed to a real food, diabetic-friendly program that will, hopefully, stop me from poisoning myself and calling it “comfort and caring.”

I’m already going through withdrawals, although I’m tapering the Coke down instead of going cold turkey. But it’s more than that. It’s knowing that I can’t just bake a cake when I’m stressed. It’s figuring out that I need to take care of myself, when that’s such a hard thing to do. Quite honestly, I don’t know how. I haven’t the slightest idea. This is shaking my foundation a bit.

Hi, I’m Mercedes, and I’m realizing I’m very sick.

There. Vulnerable, and now accountable.

Wish me luck, my darling friends.

Thanks for your help, my friends. :)

A List Containing Some Lovely Ladies of Horror


So February was Women in Horror Month, where we celebrated some of the dark and lovely ladies in horror. We discussed many of the newer women in the genre, but I had a lovely conversation with David J. Schow where he urged us not to forget some of the veteran female horror writers. He gave me a wonderful list and permission to share it. :)

David J Schow and me at Killercon. I was fangirling out.

David J Schow and me at Killercon. I was fangirling out.

He suggested that Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley started the horror genre. And then he suggests:

Louisa May Alcott (believe it or don’t — she wrote ghost stories!)
Suzy McKee Charnas
Daphne du Maurier
Melissa Mia Hall
Allison V. Harding
Rachel Ingalls
Shirley Jackson
Kathe Koja
Nancy Lambert
Carson McCullers
Ardath Mayhar
Dorothy Parker
Jane Rice (Read “Idol of the Flies” if you haven’t!)
Lucy Taylor
Eudora Welty
Kate Wilhelm
Chelsea Quinn Yarbro
 Katie Arnoldi
Kirsten Bakis
Leigh Brackett
Pat Cadigan
Gemma Files
Charlotte Perkins Gilman
Sarah Langan
Elizabeth Hand
Mary Louisa Moleworth
Elizabeth Gaskell
Amelia Edwards
And for the horrific, we can sure as hell toss in Gillian Flynn and Tana French, for sure.
There are names on this list that I’m not familiar with. I’m excited to pick up some new work. Thanks to David for putting this together. :)

Fairy Eggs!

Somebody broke my chicken.

Fairy Eggs are these teeny tiny little eggs that sometimes show up like magic. They’re also called Witch Eggs. We found one in our coop and were thoroughly charmed. We wanted to make an itty bitty omelet out of it.

Fairy Egg and a regular egg.

Fairy Egg and a regular egg.

So, terrified that my chickens were being pestered by the wee folk, I checked out why fairy eggs happen. Turns out it’s usually a bump in the chicken’s reproductive cycle if they’re actively laying eggs, or possibly a new layer trying to get into the groove. Since we have one chicken that isn’t laying at all, although we won’t name any names


(the eggless black chicken)

Everyone looks at Peck the black chicken (who doesn't lay eggs!) askance.

Everyone look at Pecko the black chicken (who doesn’t lay eggs).

I assumed the fairy egg was hers.

And it turns out we were right! A few weeks later, we had two beautiful brown eggs on the same day! Add that to Jessica Fletcher’s gorgeous blue ones, and all three hens are laying!

Pecko egg on top, Winner Winner Chicken Dinner's on bottom! Woo!

Pecko egg on top, Winner Winner Chicken Dinner’s on bottom! Woo!

They’re just a thing of beauty! Look at all of these sweet eggs, including the blues and the tiny fairy egg holding court. These simple things really make me smile.