Woohoo! New things coming…

So much new…

New covers.

New old covers.

New new covers.

New titles with new covers.

Old titles with new covers.

Old series with new titles and covers.

New series with new covers.

Just all kinds of new.

And I’m just all kinds of excited about it all.

 

The Brooklyn Public Library is a Hero…

…for their Books Unbanned program.

If you’d like to learn about it, click HERE.

If you’d like to donate, click HERE.

If you’d like to see the American Library Association’s Freedom to Read Statement, click HERE.

As an author AND as a reader, the banning of books, of any kind, offends me. And I will own being offended. Books should never be banned. Books aren’t something for us to create fear and hate around. Books aren’t something to hide away, to ban, to burn.

Books are full of love and adventure and questions and curiosities and stories that help us understand ourselves and each other. Books create community and connection. They create opportunities for discussion and new ways of thinking. Books allow us to get lost in another world. The allow us to feel seen, to feel found, and sometimes to simply feel because sometimes only in books do we find no judgment, no hate, no fear, no chastisement, only acceptance and comfort.

At least, that’s what books have done for me, that’s what books have meant for me and to me.

Just a comment on writing loneliness…

I miss writing partners, write-a-thons, all night writing sessions with other writers, someone to go to bookstores with to write, local writing friends, online writing sprint parters, etc…

Now, A LOT of that is my fault and I accept that. Not being on social media anymore takes me out of visibility in every way. I didn’t have a strong social network for a number of years as it was, so to drop away entirely just weakened it to the point of I’m pretty sure anyone that ever knew I existed…forgot me.

That was a trade off I was willing to make to get my creative brain and mental health back.

But that doesn’t mean I don’t miss those things I mentioned above. And that’s okay. Would I like those things again? Sure. Without a doubt.

I do still have a couple of writers I am in contact with from time to time. We check in and check up on each other and I am so grateful for them.

Anyway…

Camp NaNoWriMo starts on Thursday.

My self-inflicted writing challenge for March ends at midnight tomorrow night

And I’ll clue y’all in on what I’m doing and what I’ve done with regards to both later this week.

 

The Muddling Middle

I’ve been writing this whole month of March.

The. Whole. Month.

It’s a challenge. No, really. It’s a writing challenge I set for myself and I’ll tell you about it when the month is over, which…it’s not.

*glares at the calendar and how many words are left to write*

As you know, I work on several projects at once. I’ve never been a monogamous writer. I cheat on WIPs ALL THE TIME. There are good and bad things about this way of writing and I’ll go into that another time. However, for the purpose of this blog, one of the ways this is not so good is that multiple WIPs reach the middle at the same time. UGH.

Two of my roughly five active projects have reached the middle. Double UGH.

There’s always a book with a muddling middle being written. That’s the way this game of writing works. There’s always a moment in the middle when a writer questions why she began writing in the first place, why she thought she could write a fucking book, why she didn’t just stab the characters at the first sign of trouble and what would happen if she did that now… Writing life choices, y’all. Writing life choices.

And while I can and do work on others when I’m stumped with the need to mull things over, at some point I have to get back to the muddling middle of these two WIPs so that I can get through it and over to the other side, sliding toward the finish line.

When these two are finished, another couple will have reached that same middle ground and I’ll have the same questions pop into my head and I’ll feel extra stabby for a bit.

For now, though, the knives are still tucked away.

Are you curious about them? The books, I mean… Cool. Me, too.

What I can tell you is that one is the 3rd book in a series that has taken me millennia to finally write, and the other book is the 1st in a new series no one asked for, but I hope people will like it just the same.

Hope y’all are well, safe, healthy, and finding something to smile about.