Imagine that you are late for work. As usually happens when you're running late, you catch every stoplight between home and your office. There's construction blocking a lane of traffic on one road and a fender bender on another. Then, just as you near the office, you get pulled over because your state inspection sticker expired YESTERDAY. That feeling you have when this happens, that choking frustration that tightens your shoulders and makes you want to scream? That's pretty much the feeling that moms who write fiction feel toward the end of every summer.
As anyone who's been listening to me for more than ten seconds probably knows I had a book signing last Saturday at Agora Downtown Coffee Shop in Fredericksburg, VA. The signing went incredibly well, and I hope we were able to draw some new customers to this lovely shop.
The kids are going back to school and that means that I can get back to a working schedule that I can be happy with. Make no mistake, I adore my children, but as an introvert with a sometimes pathological work ethic, being surrounded by chatty kids and prevented from working can be a bit crazy-making.
Those were the words of the man who sat through a Bible study class at Emanuel AME Church in Charleston SC and calmly waited before gunning down nine of the people that he'd just spent the last hour with. They welcomed him, without knowing him, without a reference, without questioning his right to be there, and he killed them for it.
oss the confetti, break out the champagne. The River Maiden has officially been out for a year, and what a year it's been. I've been heads down writing Cauldron for much of the time, but there have been some great highs of the past year.