Woo hoo! TeleRead reviews my debut urban fantasy novel, Nameless: The Darkness Comes. It’s a pretty awesome review and it makes me happy. What is even funnier, though, is that the sequel to Nameless is titled Relentless. Why does that make me crack up? Read the review and find out! :D
I was there for World Horror Convention. I stayed in a beautiful house with my friends. We experienced joy and tragedy. It was a house of laughter and sorrow, much like the city.
Enjoy a few pictures of the city last year. It was such a pleasure.
My laptop, a bay blanket, and a “Don’t Forget Me” letter from my middlest. :)
We rented a house that came with a bottle of vodka and a game of Twister. I touched neither. I can’t say the same for my housemates.
Mason Bundschuh and Mort Castle play ukelele and harmonica after the Bram Stoker Awards.
How do you do that voodoo you do so well?
This is my brother in everything but blood. I bought my own uke right after this.
It was just such a pleasure to be somewhere so different from home.
The paperback of my debut NAMELESS is five dollars off! Woo! I’m not certain how long this promotion is going on, so if you’re interested in a book, you’ll want to jump on it. I’ll quote directly from The Ragnarok Team, here.
In celebration of Ragnarok’s Facebook page surpassing 1,000 LIKES, we’re offering $5 off print editions of NAMELESS, DEAD WEST OMNIBUS, DEVOURER OF SOULS, THE FORTY FIRST WINK, PATH OF THE DEAD, and DAMOREN.
Follow these links to the CreateSpace eStore and enter the code at checkout: TLPYH9BS
NAMELESS: THE DARKNESS COMES
DEAD WEST OMNIBUS
DEVOURER OF SOULS
THE FORTY FIRST WINK
PATH OF THE DEAD
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**** THANK YOU!
Thank you to the talented and likeable Danny Grigsby for painting this amazing painting! I can’t tell you how excited I am!
My Angry Ginger and I dressed her up.
First in my old ball gown. (Everybody needs a red ball gown.)
And then in my wedding dress.
Now she’s hanging on the wall where she belongs.
Thank you so much, Danny!
Really checking in.
I don’t want this to become a blog of updates and “Woo, this came out” and “Yay, I’m doing this!” even though I’m proud of those things. I work hard and it’s so delightful to see something come to fruition. I want to share that.
But tonight I realize that I’m looking at the moon and it makes me want to walk outside and stand under it. I do that during the night sometimes. I’ve been sad and depressed and lonely. It’s summer. I hate summer in Vegas. It’s been three years since my girls passed, and it’s getting more difficult, not easier. I’m desperate for a way to ease the sorrow. I throw myself at projects like a bird throwing herself against the bars of a cage. I made trifle. I made soap. Last night I made earrings and attempted a ring before calling it a night. The earrings were a success. The ring will be, I think, once I rethink it and try it again.
I’m craving Marshmallow Honey Nut Cheerio treats, which is what I make because it’s sweeter than Rice Krispie treats. That said, I’m wondering about going sugar free and seeing if that helps my mood and body.
I was supposed to be lying on the beaches of Mexico this week. I’m thinking about how much I love the water and how much I love writing, but suddenly writing has become more of a responsibility than a joy. When did that happen? Why did that happen? Too many deadlines, I think. I put everything on pause for a bit and I’m writing a short story titled Last One Awake. It has a Big Man Ben feel to it, if you’re familiar with that story of mine. It’s beautiful and dark and full of sorrow and love and, best of all, I’m writing it just for me. No deadline. Not intended for anywhere in particular. I love the characters, Kelly and Joy. They’re so loyal. I’m almost sorry for what has to happen to them.
Glass has been breaking left and right about this place. That happened last year, too. I stepped on some several times, and left an impressive blood trail. The children were impressed.
I love our rabbit. I love our chickens, who are hysterical. Both hamsters passed away and the children had never lost a pet before. It was a bad time but also a beautiful time. I scheduled a hair appointment on Friday and I’m going to cut off about half a foot of it. I’m going back to blonde for a minute. I’m even going to lose the bangs.
But only for a while. I’m just visiting the Old Me. I still feel at home with New Me.
That’s it. Checking in. :)