Winter Finally Hit
My world is covered with sheets of ice at the moment. Luckily, I don't have to get out in the cold, slip-slidding away someplace I don't need to be at risk of life, limb, and insurance deductible.
I know I don't post over here often any more. I blog every day on my author site, Penumbra. EVERY day. Seven days a week. And I write every day. I've just sold a second novella in the Class of '85 Reunion series and will start revisions/edits once my editor returns it. I tweet some--but not nearly as much as I used to. Facebook? Heh. I just updated my fan page over there, for the first time in weeks. Want to be a fan? You can favorite my author page HERE.
My agent is shopping my Penumbra series to New York publishers. I've got my fingers crossed. I love this series, especially after I figured out the bugaboos. I kept trying to force SEASON OF THE WITCH to be a paranormal romance. It's not. It (and the whole series!) is a paranormal crime novel, with romantic elements. Once I figured this out, revisions fell into place. It was this rewrite that netted me a wonderful and experienced agent. I have every faith in her abilities to find Penumbra a home.
I'm adding new words to a project that's been shelved for quite awhile--the Steampunk romance I started over a year ago. I did write two novellas, revise two novels (one for publication), and finished a third. Now it's Aggie's turn.
On the home front, The Only married her Baseball Boy a few weeks ago. The ceremony was...memorable. And beautiful. The setting was incredible. rancourt and kiarrh were there and Rancourt took this amazing photo before the ceremony began!
I'll try to have updates here more often, but no promises. There are only so many hours in the day. I had no clue life could get so busy and complicated, but it has. In a good way. But still leaving me reeling and wondering where to squeeze out a few more minutes. I do find time to keep up with each of you here, and comment where applicable.
And on that note, break time is over. Back to work for me. There's a shadowy group of zombies knocking on the door of my imagination and Iffy, my Muse is looking for a flame thrower--only this is Victorian England...
I know I don't post over here often any more. I blog every day on my author site, Penumbra. EVERY day. Seven days a week. And I write every day. I've just sold a second novella in the Class of '85 Reunion series and will start revisions/edits once my editor returns it. I tweet some--but not nearly as much as I used to. Facebook? Heh. I just updated my fan page over there, for the first time in weeks. Want to be a fan? You can favorite my author page HERE.
My agent is shopping my Penumbra series to New York publishers. I've got my fingers crossed. I love this series, especially after I figured out the bugaboos. I kept trying to force SEASON OF THE WITCH to be a paranormal romance. It's not. It (and the whole series!) is a paranormal crime novel, with romantic elements. Once I figured this out, revisions fell into place. It was this rewrite that netted me a wonderful and experienced agent. I have every faith in her abilities to find Penumbra a home.
I'm adding new words to a project that's been shelved for quite awhile--the Steampunk romance I started over a year ago. I did write two novellas, revise two novels (one for publication), and finished a third. Now it's Aggie's turn.
On the home front, The Only married her Baseball Boy a few weeks ago. The ceremony was...memorable. And beautiful. The setting was incredible. rancourt and kiarrh were there and Rancourt took this amazing photo before the ceremony began!
I'll try to have updates here more often, but no promises. There are only so many hours in the day. I had no clue life could get so busy and complicated, but it has. In a good way. But still leaving me reeling and wondering where to squeeze out a few more minutes. I do find time to keep up with each of you here, and comment where applicable.
And on that note, break time is over. Back to work for me. There's a shadowy group of zombies knocking on the door of my imagination and Iffy, my Muse is looking for a flame thrower--only this is Victorian England...