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So, while I query away, I figured I’d work on Hel on Earth–after all, reincarnated Vikings, what’s not to like? I’d even gotten about 25k in, which is a fairly substantial dent…however the problem arose that I just haven’t been feeling it. I love urban fantasy with all my heart, but it just wasn’t jiving with where my head’s been recently (which is all over the place, thanks for asking :P).

Hence what led me to start a new project. Now, I normally don’t do this. If I commit to a novel length manuscript, I stick with it. However, right now I’m just really jonesin for a slick talkin’ hellion of a main character. I want to write another Aries girl, maybe because I want to go back to my roots and stop exploring other perspectives. I want to live a little in my own comfort zone.

And so, a couple months back I had a cool concept for a novel, one that I just started jumping off from. I can feel it in my veins, there’s a story in there, jittery and anxious to be let out of its cage. I want to write a hell on wheels girl who’s bigger than life and brimming with confidence. I want to write a mysterious, dangerous guy who presses her buttons in the right way to temper that confidence with smarts. To teach her a little humility before building her into something greater.

Let’s be honest. Aries LOVE danger. I will fall head over heels for the guy in a story who whisks you along on the adventure of your life. (No wonder Doctor Who’s so popular) So I’m taking a breath away from my emotionally explorative Viking tale to head back to the land of bold, reckless decision-making, life-threatening battles, and getting swept away with passion, whether it be the fumble in the bedroom kind, of the shared mischief when throwing yourself into a risk.

So, in honor of all that, I #amwriting.

“A hundred years had passed since their return. Since the day the Tuatha de Danaan appeared and decided they wanted their land back. It had been a hundred years since the war began, but today was the day I would join in the fight.”

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Upcoming Events: Wicked Faire

This weekend, I’ll have a table at Jeff Mach’s Wicked Winter Renaissance Faire which will be taking place in Princeton, NJ!

If you’re an East Coaster, you won’t want to miss this 10th year celebration, February 20-22nd!

I’ll be vending for Solstice Brews, my tea company, but I’ll also be unveiling my Novel-Teas, so my readers can get a full experience while going through one of my novellas or novels!

An Airship Named Desire Tea- tart citrus earl grey

By the Sea Tea- Lavender, mint, and chamomile blend

Snatched Tea- Oolong, blueberry, and lemongrass

Poisoned Apple Tea- Honeybush, hibiscus, and dried apples

And last but not least, Stolen Petals Tea- Irish Breakfast, rose petals, and juniper

After they debut at Wicked, I’ll be making batches to put up at my Etsy shop.

Regardless, if you are going to Wicked Faire, come by my stand, even if you just want to talk writing! It should be an absolute blast!

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99 Cent Sale!

From February 16th to 23rd, By the Sea will be on sale at for 99 cents!

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Most kids had imaginary friends, but most weren’t like Megan’s friend Niall. There were rules: only at night and only by the sea. She could’ve sworn he was real, but when someone vanishes without a trace, what else can you believe?

All that was seven years ago, buried in the past until Niall shows up in town with his tight swimmer’s body and easy smile. For Megan, just the sight of him is enough to tear open a scar that never fully healed. However, their reunion only elicits more questions. Niall’s keeping secrets, unbelievable ones, and as Megan delves into the supernatural depths of who he really is, she’s sure he’ll vanish again.

Megan’s not stupid—she knows how bad it’ll hurt if she gets involved. The first time Niall disappeared, she never thought she’d recover. But the moment they lock eyes, it’s too late—because Megan will go to any length to see that boy smile.

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Writing Installment #3

Time to write a query–the dreaded phrase from any writer. Not only are queries exceedingly infuriating due to the brain shift they require, but they tend to carry the emotional weight of the manuscript’s potential. So, oftentimes when I get stuck on a query, I end up feeling disgusted with the manuscript as well, whether or not the shoe fits.

This time, I noticed a bit of a shift at least–for once, writing the query for Red Skies Take Warning felt easier. To that end, I think I can thank all the blurb writing I’ve had to do for novellas. It’s always been a tougher part for me to tap into, but blurb writing became easier with practice. And after I spent hours upon hours working on a short 25 word blurb for Stolen Petals, I think I finally understand what sort of discipline is required for the query, more than ever before.

Before, I used to throw my query up on forums and get buckets of critiques because I genuinely couldn’t tell if it was compelling or good. I’d keep revising and revising until I wanted to hurl puppies into walls. But this time around, I’m just sending it to select few people and making the adjustments. I’m going to find my skeleton that works and refine it until the words do what I want them to.

A different approach, but only time will tell if it works!

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Writing Installment #2

Paranoia sets in at this stage of my edits. Whenever I near the end of the edits on a big manuscript and start working on a query, that niggling sense of fear and doubt finds a way through my armor and begins to paralyze me. What if it’s just another failure?

Writers face rejection all the time. It’s how this whole thing works, like with most artists. We’re rejected by our peers, we’re rejected by reviewers, we’re rejected by agents, publishers, or even readers. We’re fighting from the onset, and it’s a soul-sucking battle. Hence the need for thick skin and a support system. I’d be nowhere without it.

However, it never hits me more keenly than that step up to the precipice, as I stare into the void of what-ifs, when I’m getting close to submission time. I get seized by fear, and all of those worries start overtaking me. It’s a deadening brew.

At that point, I’m simply grateful for my family and friends, because whenever I take that leap, get a bruise, maybe even a concussion, they’re there to dust me off and help me back on two feet again.

Granted, I’m sure it’s infuriating that I keep leaping every time. Talk about a kid who doesn’t learn when they put their hand in the fire.

Only time will tell if it’s stupidity or bravery.

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Word of the Day: Potentate

Word of the Day: Potentate

What I think it means: This word reminds me of remunerate, however maybe simply because they rhyme. It also brings to mind potatoes. What do you call a powerful potato? A Potent-o!

What it actually means: One who has the power and position to rule over others: A monarch or ruler.

Well, I was right on the root–regarding powerful. Join in my neverending quest for new words!

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Word of the Day: Exparte

Word of the day: Exparte

What I think it means: Well, it reminds me of partisan, but also makes me think of expatriates. However, I doubt it’s a party of expatriates. (Although that would be a pretty wild party)

What it actually means: from a one-sided or partisan point of view

So, the root of partisan wasn’t too off after all!

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Writing Diary Installment #1

Day #373. While I endeavored to write a book about pirates, and at first absolutely loved this story, I’m starting to feel prickly towards anything mentioning ocean. What could that mean? Oh, my dear readers, it means I’m neck deep in what I call the nitpicky edits- grammar, deleting repetitious words, and making sure the ones I do use sparkle. Not like glittering waves, by the way. I’m so over waves right now.

Don’t get me wrong. I head over heels love this story, but just like a relationship when you’ve begun to spend too much time together and need some breathing space, I’m hitting that point.

I’ve begun to respond to people in mews, having spent too much time around my cats.


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My Liquid Inspiration

So, not entirely shocking, I inhale coffee and tea while I write, and edit, and…well do anything. Really, I have a hard time getting started in the morning without a cup of either.

However, I’ve reached such a deep dependency, that I’ve sat down and blanked on a page until I took my first sip. Thankfully, I have an electric kettle and a coffee pot, so I’m rarely without.  Besides, I have a small business blending tea, so if I run out of tea, I’ve got bigger problems.

I figured I’d share my love for tea and coffee by way of these lovely quotes!

“I say let the world go to hell, but I should always have my tea.”

–Fyodor Dostoyevsky

“For I have known them all already, known them all—
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.”

–T.S. Eliot

“Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.”

–T.S. Eliot

“Sometimes life is merely a matter of coffee and whatever intimacy a cup of coffee affords.”

–Richard Brautigan

“Honestly, if you’re given the choice between Armageddon or tea, you don’t say ‘what kind of tea?”

–Neil Gaiman