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Good news first. The gallbladder is out, the surgery went fine, and I am officially down one organ I never once thanked. Bad news. I’m sore, bloated, and grouchy enough that Jolene has started giving me a wide berth. I want to be in a good mood. I’ve tried. I’ve promised myself I’d be the cheerful, gracious patient from the… Continue reading Gallbladder: Gone. Mood: Pending.
A little housekeeping today, because I owe you an honest update. You may have noticed things have been quiet around here. That’s because I’ve been pouring my energy into finishing a manuscript for my other pen name. It’s been a big push, and I’m happy to say it’s close to done. If you’ve ever tried to wrangle a book into… Continue reading Hello, friends.
Dr. Vivian Cross had been a breakup coach for thirty-seven years, which was impressive considering she looked thirty-two and had been alive since the Crimean War. The “Dr.” was honorary. She’d attended medical school in 1889 but never technically graduated on account of eating the dean. Her clients didn’t need to know that. Her office was in a converted brownstone… Continue reading Breakup Coach: Love Bites (And So Do I)
The house squatted at the end of the cul-de-sac like a sulking child, all Gothic Revival gingerbread and peeling paint. Eleanor Crane, Nell to anyone who’d survived more than one conversation with her, pulled into the weed-choked driveway and killed the engine. Through the windshield she counted the red flags: a sagging porch, shutters hanging at drunken angles, and windows… Continue reading The Last House on Gable Street
I died at 9:14 PM on Halloween, face down on my couch with a full bowl of candy bars sitting by the front door, and by 9:15 I was refreshing my blog stats. This is hell, obviously, though not the fire-and-brimstone version. Mine is a loop, and the loop is not the couch. It is 2:47 AM that same morning,… Continue reading The Last Thing She Googled
A few weeks ago I told you I was editing this book. I would like to report that I am no longer editing it. I would also like to report that I did this in an organized and responsible way, but you’ve read this blog before, so you know better. What actually happened is that I went through it chapter… Continue reading Deliberately Lost is Finished
RideQuest: Now Serving Airspace Morgana had been driving for RideQuest for three years, protecting her 4.97-star rating with the intensity of a medieval dragon guarding a hoard of gold. She had mastered the gig economy gospel: vegan leather seat covers for the algorithm, spring water after learning that lesson the hard way, charger cables in every format known to humankind,… Continue reading Broomstick Express
Wren and Marlowe had been engaged one year and living in two separate apartments the entire time, because between Marlowe’s course load and her closing shifts at the diner, and Wren’s modest paycheck acquiring books for the university library, actual cohabitation had always seemed like a nice idea for someday. Someday arrived the week Wren’s lease ran out, and the… Continue reading Misfit House
I am currently editing Deliberately Lost. This is the part where I tell you what Deliberately Lost is about, because presumably that is why you are here and not because you have somehow wandered onto my blog by accident. Although, honestly, that would be on brand. Deliberately Lost is about Maxine Farrow, a woman who hasn’t finished a manuscript in… Continue reading Editing Deliberately Lost: I Am Trying Very Hard to Stay on Task
It has been a minute since I checked in, so I wanted to pop by with a little update on what I have been up to. Honestly, the writing itself has taken a bit of a back seat lately. Instead of drafting, I have been spending my time in a different kind of good company: Writing Hours over at ProWritingAid.… Continue reading A Quick Hello and a Little Update
There is a very specific kind of problem that happens when you are a writer. You get an idea. You think, Oh, that’s interesting. Then you write a little bit of it. And then a little more. And then, somehow, you look up three weeks later and realize you have been living in an entirely different book. Which is how… Continue reading I Forgot I Had a Blog
One Small Change Before This Book Goes Out Into the World If you’ve been following along, you might have seen me refer to book three of Inconveniently Haunted as Dead Reckoning. That title is retired now. The book you’ll actually be able to buy soon is called What Was Kept. Nothing about the story changed. Same house, same ghost, same… Continue reading What Was Kept
I owe you an update, and it’s a good one, because I’ve spent the last stretch living in two completely different corners of my brain at once. One foot in a rain-slicked European city with a woman who can’t stop chasing her grandmother’s ghosts. The other foot in Charleston, in a house that’s decided it’s done keeping secrets. Let me… Continue reading Two Books, Two Very Different Kinds of Done
