I should probably update this thing…

It’s Nothing Personal

I did this thing where I gave myself a bunch of really close together deadlines and in order to adhere to them, I have to write about 2,000 words a day. If Stephen King can do it, I can…I think. So far I’m doing well, except for today.

Monday, typical Monday. Yesterday was the premiere on SyFy of Sharknado: The 4th Awakens and my darling husband and I went to a viewing party. Food, friends, fun, fins, and beer…I tried to wake up on time this morning for my weekly coffee and writing date with Lynn Townsend, but instead I slept past noon and woke up to a rejection letter for a story I submitted.


I make a concerted effort to not take rejections personally. They still hurt, though. This one is a little tougher – it’s an anthology that many of my writer friends’ pieces were accepted into. I’m caught in this weird limbo of Yay! I am thrilled that your story was accepted! Congrats! and Well, shit. Sometimes stories just don’t fit what the publisher is looking for. A rejection does not mean I suck as a writer.

The hardest lesson to learn as a writer, was taught to me by an animated blue fish. Just keep swimming…Just keep writing. All you gotta do is write, write, write.

Hashtag Orlando

It’s personal policy not to comment on tragic events because I don’t like debating with armchair activists and dumbfucks, but I’m about to break my own policy because I feel the need to say something.

My weekend was an odd juxtaposition of highs and lows. My great uncle passed away last week and I traveled to the Appalachians to attend his funeral. It was surreal to see aunts, uncles, and cousins who I vaguely remember because the last time I was at a family gathering of size I was still a toddler. What was stranger was meeting second and third cousins that I didn’t know existed.

During a lull in the flurry of activity that accompanies visitations and funerals, I made the mistake of checking my facebook feed. I am still having trouble grasping how I could be surrounded by folks that loved and accepted me – despite years and miles and knowledge of who I am other than I was their great niece, second cousin, or whatever branch of the family tree I swung from – and the absolute hate plastered all over social media.

As information about the events at the Pulse poured in, I was surrounded by individuals banded together by blood and grief and watching my country tear itself apart with blood and grief.

…one nation…indivisible – with liberty and justice for all…

Summer Reading List

I survived BaltiCon 50 and didn’t buy a t-shirt…

My newest short story Shift was released over the weekend (you can find it here) and book releases are always awesome. During the Con I went to several book release parties (okay, 2 – I went to 2 release parties because my idea of a good party involves wine, sweatpants, and naps…) As I was wall hugging at the largest of the two parties, talking to my author/musician friend Jonah Knight, I was struck with the fact that I know a plethora of really damn good writers and I don’t read their work. Of course, I always buy the book with good intentions and then never get around to actually reading anything.

That realization prompted my newest project, a summer reading list. In high school, f*#@%— years ago, I was in AP and Honors English and we used to have summer reading assignments. What was stopping me from doing that this summer? Alternately, what was stopping me from picking better books? (I swear – if I have to read The Grapes of Wrath one more time…ahem) Nothing. Nuh.Thing.

My summer reading assignment sheet:

  1. Read one book that deal with the craft of writing or the writing industry
  2. Read one book in a genre you write
  3. Read one book by an author you know personally or have met
  4. Free pick


Happy reading!

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…and we’re back…

I am officially unofficially back in the blog-o-sphere.

This has been a long time coming. I’ve been on a bit of a personal hiatus trying to get my bearings because this full-time writer gig is completely new to me. Having left the soul-sucking-cesspool that was my outside of the house 100% emotionally exhausting “day job,” I’ve needed some time to recover and reestablish my me-ness. I meant to have my website back up sooner, but…meh. It’s here now, and the push I needed to start getting it ready was because I’m going to be doing more Blog Tours.

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