I was never this tidy when doing homework.  I’m, um, still not this tidy when working…

There’s this thing in indie publishing circles that’s kind of a hot subject, and that is writing to market.  The idea, basically, is to write what readers want to read.  Sounds pretty simple, if you’re an author that wants to buy groceries and pay rent and whatnot.  I mean, it makes sense, right?

Well, it gets a little bit more complicated than that once you start getting deeper into it, and some people start arguing that writing to market is gross commercialism and selling out and all that. And then there are other folks who are pointing at popular authors saying ‘see?  It works! Give people what they want to read!’ and it all often devolves from there, as things are wont to do on the internet.

And then there are those of us that don’t really want to go hardcore either way– I love my readers and want anyone who reads my work to enjoy it, but I started publishing because I couldn’t find quite what I wanted to read.  So… what that means really, is that I want to know what the common themes and tropes are in my genre so I can know which ones are what I’m looking for in a story and which ones make me insane. And that’s kind of the problem.

You might have noticed that I kinda like to read?  >_>

It’s partly because I like finding a good, fun, stress-free place in the world.  (Hint: the news isn’t it.) So, when I read, if it’s a good book, my active mind turns off.  So I’m enjoying the story, not analyzing it like I’m in ninth grade English.

Nothing ruins the fun of a good book quite like high school English classes.

If I have to keep my brain active enough to think ‘this is a plot point,  I should take note of that, and be aware of what the characters are doing and thinking’ then I am kicked fully out of the story.  I might as well be reading the driver’s ed manual, or Hamlet for the five hundredth time (oh, the perils of a theatre degree.) Either way, I’m no longer enjoying a good urban fantasy adventure.

How is that a fun thing to do to a book?

The obvious option is to read it through once for fun, and then if I enjoy it enough, go back through it and find the tropes and beats and analyze the structure.  But… (you know there was a ‘but’) that feels an awful lot like homework again.


What I did last weekend.  I regret nothing.

I just finished Clean Sweep by Ilona Andrews, for example, and it was amazing.  I stayed up way too late over the weekend to finish it and it was worth every sleepy minute I struggled through the next day.  If you haven’t read this, you probably should.

Since I finished it, though, I’ve been playing with the idea of going through it again and taking notes on the major tropes and plot points, and… I can’t bring myself to pick it up again to do that.  Because that would suck all the magic out of it for me.

And sucking the magic out of a story seems like the worst sin of all.

or not…

I think I wasn’t just being particularly airheaded yesterday.  I seem to actually be coming down with something, and it’s hit my brain particularly hard.  No writing of any sort seems to be happening right now.

cold and flu medications

So no blog post this week, folks. I will say, though, that if you still want to pick up Spiritkind at the launch price, you should hop on it quick.  The special discount price ends Thursday.

Finish one thing

I’m trapped.  It’s terrible.  And it’s not fair to anyone, least of all you.

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See, I’ve got about a million ideas swirling in my brain right now.  Characters, plots, snatches of dialogue or scraps of a scene that doesn’t have enough story behind it to function properly…  All this amazing writing is clogging my brain and scrabbling to get out my fingers into the safety of Scrivener.

But I’ve got to finish editing Spiritkind first.   And I’m honestly not in California anymore, in my mind.  I’m in Virginia, and North Carolina, and Ohio for a hot second.  And the California where the Spirits of Los Gatos live isn’t even n the same dimension as those other places.

And oh man, you guys.  I’m so excited to be working on those stories.  I’ve been reading mysteries and thrillers and I have so many ideas! And I’m kind of falling in love with Caroline and Darien and the gang.  I even met a few folks I didn’t expect to, and they’re not too bad either, even though I’m not sure about them yet, really.  And hoo boy has Greg been telling me stuff that I had no idea about.  AND it turns out that Caroline has a cousin that gets into his own mischief, further up in New England.  My imaginary friends have gotten really chatty and they have such wonderful adventures!

But… I have to finish up with Sarah and Kai and the folks in Los Gatos.  It’s only fair to them what with one thing and another, and I’ve had emails from you lovely readers who want to know more about what’s up with them, and that’s what I need to be working on.  So I’m revising and editing and doing my homework, I promise.

But just you guys wait.  It’s going to be an interesting year.



I am a creature of momentum, and frankly, it makes life really difficult.  I suppose, to a degree, everyone has this problem, and I know I’m not alone in this difficulty.  It’s the reason that kids throw a tantrum when they have to change activities.  It’s why binge-watching has become how people consume television programs.  It’s why gamers will sit down and intend to play for one level or just this one quest, and then get up hours later only thanks to the demands of biology. It’s why knitters lie and say ‘just one more row’ or bookworms claim they’re only reading till the end of the chapter.  Once you’re doing something, it’s so much easier and more satisfying to just keep doing that thing pretty much forever.

Still, most people are capable of getting their butts up at the end of lunch or a break or when they finish the one task they need to complete, in order to move on to the next thing they need to attend do.  Turning off the TV and going to start dinner doesn’t feel like an impossibly difficult thing for most normal folks, and ordinarily, I’m able to manage to force myself to get into the kitchen and feed myself and my family.

It’s just my circumstances right now that are really messing with me.  My sleeping habits are not the greatest, as you’re aware by now.  Added to that, the dark peacefulness of the small hours of the night are the only quiet I really get to myself.  But this translates into not waking up before The Boy does, not that it’d be easy to do that anyway.  Kid’s up at almost 5 am daily and has been since birth.


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So, he gets up and plays in his room, often with a Nintendo DS or the Switch, but there’s Legos and robots and other things to amuse him as well.  Then my husband gets up and gets through his morning routine to get ready for work, and then… well, lately I sleep through all of that.  I’ll wake up when my alarm goes off at quarter till nine.  Now, it’s not an alarm I set to get me out of bed.  It’s an alarm I set to remind me to keep a record of something at nearly the same time every day.  It’s a business thing. And for the past month, I’ve managed to almost sleep right through it.

So the day is already off to a poor start.  Instead of getting up and being ready to leave the house with my husband like I’m supposed to, to walk with The Boy to the market and get the day’s groceries (which was working really well for a while!) we’re lucky to leave the house at all.  I’m in pajamas most weekdays, much to the amusement of a couple of delivery guys who’ve been by.

It’s a struggle that I’m trying to break free of, and my body hasn’t been helping with the back-to-back colds I’ve had in the last few weeks.  The bright side of this is, though, that if I can start writing in the morning like I have the past few days, I can bang out a pretty respectable word count by bedtime.  Which means that I’m making headway on short stories, and on a few other projects.  So there is a small glimmer of light at the end of this tunnel.  I just hope I can shift my habits around a bit and get some more positive momentum going.

After all, the holidays are coming, and nothing wreaks more havoc on a routine than December.

words words words


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Okay, I’m not a fan of Hamlet (really, don’t start me on it,) but it’s got some good quotes to steal and use as post titles.

I’ve been having a lovely email conversation with a fellow writer, and we got onto the topic of motivation and actually getting that first freaking draft written.  It’s tough, I’m not going to lie, slogging through something that is mostly pretty ephemeral in my head and getting it onto the page in a way that makes sense.  I’ll get stuck, then I’ll mess around on Facebook, or play a video game, or hide in my room and read… but none of that gets a book written.  So, in order to actually make forward progress, I’ll to set myself daily goals because I am a firm believer in momentum. (I can still hear my high school physics teacher chanting momentum is a vector in my head.  It’s a weird memory to have, but was clearly an effective teaching technique.)

I try to hit my word count every day, and I’m not terribly ambitious so it’s not a huge number of words.  NaNoWriMo has a goal of writing 50,000 words in November to finish your novel, and I use that as a basic goal for my books.  That translates into 1667 words a day and I’m not in so much of a hurry, so my personal goal is 1000.  On a good day when I have an idea of where I’m going, I can get that done easily enough, and often sprint past the NaNo goal as well, but on days where I have to be on, or have too much Adulting to do, or even just am not happy with the scene and how I’m getting from A to B within it, I have difficulty dragging even a handful of words out of my brain.

The other end of it, of course, is that I seem to have trouble stretching my books out toStockSnap_XAZG2TR9PW actual novel length.  Granted, the definition of ‘novel length’ itself is pretty unsettled.  NaNoWriMo defines it as a story of 50,000 words or more.  Writer’s Digest seems to advocate for 80,000 words.  Many books in Kindle Unlimited list their word counts and I see 90,000, 100,000, even use to 140,000 on a pretty regular basis.  Makes me feel a bit self-conscious about my short books.

But, I always remind myself that it’s not the word count that’s important.  It’s the story, and if I can serve the story best by using fewer words, then so be it.  I’m not writing epic fantasy.  For one thing, it’s not my strong suit and for another, I’d never make it to the 100,000+ words that those stories tend to take.  NaNoWriMo has set a bar at 50K and that’s been pretty generally accepted, so I aim just slightly higher at 55K.  I might hit that and I might not, and then editing changes everything.

For now, I’ve got about 10K down, 45K left to go on this one.

My new plants…


So I finished the next Spirits of Los Gatos novel last Friday!  Well, okay.  I finished the first draft of the next Los Gatos novel last Friday.  There’s a LOT left to work on, and I’m starting that this week.  The main character in this one is Sebastian, and he’s got a few things he needs to work out, and there’s plenty of areas that need smoothing out or alternately roughing up a little.  Also, Granny’s mad at me because Seb doesn’t go out for Pho at any point in this one, and clearly that’s just not cool.

But here’s the exciting part about it: I got stuck about halfway.  This seems to be a Thing for me at this point.  I mean, no matter what I’ve done to prepare, I seem to get stuck right in the middle of the story and have no idea how to write myself out of it.  So while I was wallowing in my misery just a bit, I went back to my notes.

See, I started this one by going through and working out about half a snowflake.  By this, I mean that I wrote out a sentence to describe the book, then a paragraph, then a page description of my story, and I did a few paragraphs for each of the important characters.  But… I didn’t go all the way through the whole process.  (Partly because the way his book is written makes me want to strangle him and I couldn’t bring myself to keep reading it.)

But even with all this handy guiding information about where my story was going andStockSnap_LTY3TGLE73 how the characters were going to get it there, I still couldn’t quite figure out what happened next.  Amazon, confused as I have made the ‘Zon’s algorithms, still recommends to me writing books at a pretty consistent rate. One of them was written by a woman who started to pay attention to her word count and her writing speed.  One of the things she suggested doing was noting down the beats you want to hit in each scene or chapter.  So… I started scribbling a few things for each of the next couple of chapters since beyond that I wasn’t as confident about where I was going, despite the snowflake.

And it worked.  I wrote the last half of the book in about a week, and it felt smooth, not forced!  I didn’t plot out the whole book, chapter by chapter, scene by scene, but I did manage to work out a lot of stuff ahead of when I wrote it, so I wasn’t fully pantsing my way through it either.

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Now, I’m moving on to editing the book so you might be getting a preview of the work sometime over the next few weeks.  But I’m also re-reading Take Off Your Pants, and I’m thinking of the next thing I’m going to sit down and work on from scratch, and maybe going back over Brian’s next book and starting almost from scratch on it. We’ll see how it goes.  What are your thoughts?  Do you write?  are you a planner or a pantser, or in between , like me?

Forming habits

As I have mentioned before, I am frequently plagued by Anxiety Gnomes. They make it difficult to do a number of things, most notably sleep at night, but they also interfere with my writing.  To that end, I’ve been trying to practice better self-care.  The trouble with that of course, is this generation’s favorite pair of problems: with what time and money exactly?


Someday my arms will look like that…  Maybe…

Well, the answer for me, recently, has involved a bit of an adjustment of my routine.  Instead of wandering down to my laptop at some point in the morning, I’ve been sitting down right after I get back from dropping my son off at school and setting a timer.  I’ll put on some music, close the door, and write for a half an hour or so until my timer goes off.


See, that’s when the sneaky part of the plan kicks in.  When the alarm goes off I have to get up and walk around a little and do some sort of exercise. I’ve been doing push-ups and yoga stretching and jumping jacks.  A few different things I’ve looked up online that don’t require any equipment.  But I pick one or two exercises and I’ll do 5 or 10 of each one every time the alarm goes off.

I also get a glass of water before I sit back down


and inevitably fall down some internet rabbit hole.  (I spent 45 minutes the other day ‘driving’ on California freeways via Google Earth to figure something out for the next Los Gatos book.).


I don’t know if this new plan is going to make a huge amount of difference in my overall health, but I do feel better in general.  I’m actually sleeping at night— well, more often anyway— and my eyes are feeling less horrible.  And I’m actually being way more productive, even with the little ten minute breaks!

Next issue I’m targeting?  The pain in my shoulder that seems to stem from spending so much time typing.  Not really sure how I’ll get around that one.

The State of Your Author


This is basically everyone I know this spring.

So it’s been a rough spring for just about everyone I know.  Illnesses and deaths and housing issues, and in one case scholarship/paying for school scare.  I’m not going to whine about what’s going on in my family, but suffice it to say it’s sticking to the season’s theme.

On top of the unplanned difficulties, our family is working toward finally moving to Tokyo to rejoin my husband, which as you can imagine is fraught with bureaucracy from not merely one but two countries.  Woohoo!

StockSnap_LTY3TGLE73Anyway, my point in all this is to explain why I’m not telling you about the next book to look forward to.  Yet.  I know I’ve said that Brian finally cooperated and I got to finish his next book, but… well, it’s now wallowing pretty heavily in the editing process.  And I can’t find a decent title to save my life.  It’s been painful, and I’ve subjected my family and friends to moaning complaints about it repeatedly for months now.  They love it when I start complaining about demons and hard-boiled detectives and what have you.  I may be driving them to drink…

But there is hope!  The next Los Gatos novel is working out much better.  Sebastian is a bit thorny, and while I’m still writing the ending of it and it has to go through edits, but it feels much closer to ready.  So I’ve made an executive decision to swap the releases, and you’re going to get a new Los Gatos book at the end of May or beginning of June, depending on how fast editing goes.  And I’ve got a few ideas bubbling away for later on down the line going on over there in the Bay Area.

Brian… well, Brian will reappear when he’s ready.  He’s clearly got a few things to work through still, and I think it will be worth it, but patience seems to be key with that guy.

So there you are.  The state of your author.

Druid problems


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Though Colin McCool does try several times to point out that he is not, in fact, a druid.  It’s a title that has been bestowed upon him both by his author and by the supernatural community in Austin, Texas in Junkyard Druid.

I asked on Facebook if folks would like me to occasionally review the books I read, and so here is the first installment— unless you count my mention of Dead Man in my little rant last week…  That post was more about the rant than the book, though, so I don’t count it.  So!  Here are my thoughts on this one.

It starts out with a flashback.  No, that’s not right.  It actually starts out with an author’s note, which was both interesting to me as a person, and kinda annoying to me as a reader.  I like the information presented and it did actually get me curious about some things, I personally think that it should have been put at the end after the story had concluded.  It was more background on the author’s process for developing the character than anything else and ended up (for me) being slightly distracting while I read.  That said once I started the story itself, it starts with a ‘two years ago’ sort of chapter, in which you follow Colin in the moments just before Very Bad And Traumatizing Things Happen.  We then get to follow him into therapy, which I thought was brilliant.

I mean think about this for a moment.  Urban Fantasy as a broad genre tends to contain mostly normal(ish) folks saving the world.  Being put in that sort of situation is bound to mess a person up, even if they’ve been Top Demon Vampire Hunter of the Year three years running.  When all your peers are also badass demon vampire hunters, suddenly being the only one who can be the hero can’t be good for the psyche, and Colin is nowhere near that sort of top-tier hunter at the start of this book.  And when things go wrong, I mean the guy’s cursed hard, and when he comes out the other end of the fight even his teacher has PTSD from the experience.



Colin tells you all about how I dye my hat.  It’s fun!  And… well…  


Anyway.  It takes a few chapters for the book to catch up to “now” and it’s all really great character building stuff.  We get to keep up with the back-then storyline with top-of-chapter journal entries, which is actually kind of nifty.  Once we join Colin in ‘now’ he’s living in the titular junkyard and using his skills and training as a menial laborer in lieu of rent.  His mentor lives in a broken down van out back, often drunk and high.  Colin has sworn off basically anything to do with paranormals, although he can’t avoid them altogether it seems.  He has, apparently, three friends: a half-paranormal woman, another hunter, and the owner of his favorite cafe-slash leader of the local vampire coven.  It’s his first day of college.

Antics, as they say, ensue.  Without giving much away he gets dragged very reluctantly back into the many troubles of the paranormal community.  And here, I have to say, is where my trouble started.  I’m really tired of the powerful-hero-manipulated-by-well-everyone-honestly thing.  It’s almost always combined with the never-able-to-breathe-let-alone-think trope, which we’ve already covered here.

Fortunately, Colin gets ample time to breathe (and sleep!  And go to the gym to fight someone and blow off some angry energy!)  AND he (seems to…) end the book with more friends and allies than he starts with, which makes me very happy.  The manipulation really bugs me, though, so if I get to the second book, it probably won’t be for a little while.

On the whole, I rather liked Junkyard Druid.  Colin is a pretty charming, likable, messed up guy who is both broken and clueless in completely understandable ways.  His hunter friend is pretty badass in her own right, and— as much as I loathe saying it— gets sidelined and demoted by her C.O. in a completely believable way, which says something about the state of badass women in a testosterone-heavy hero-organization org chart.  The vampire barista was amusing and the fairy queen was in my opinion entirely loathsome.  I feel that overall the characters were worth reading and I was glad to spend some time with them.  I’d give this book four out of five rutabagas.

Trust me.  That’s pretty good in this house.

Conflicting advice


I am a hero.  Therefore I have no friends and everything’s gone to shit. 


One of the pieces of writing advice I come across all the time, when I’m reading up on my craft, is that when you (the writer) are stuck, think of the worst thing that can happen to your character and then write that.


Okay, so I can see where that little gem of wisdom is coming from.  Everyone wants to write a compelling book, and one of the best ways to keep that sort of excitement up is to beat your hero down.  Nobody is going to read a story about someone for whom everything goes perfectly right all the time.  Still, that sort of unrelenting negativity is too much for me.  I can’t stay interested in a story where the main character is being thwarted on literally every page.  I read fiction to get away from real life, not immerse myself in a different version of it.

Take Dead Man by Domino Finn.  I believe I mentioned this one before, but it left an impression.  I rather liked the main character, Cisco.  He was clever, curious, and determined to figure out why the heck happened to end with him missing years of his own life to wake up in a dumpster being shot at.  Then, once he puts it all together in a way that makes some kind of sense, he is out for revenge.

I really liked this guy.  I sympathized and rooted for him the whole way through, but it took me longer to read this book than it probably should have for its length.  One of the first things he does, you see, is look up an old friend of his.  A voodoo priestess he used to


Fire = exciting conflict, right?

hang out with.  She could maybe point him in the right direction, he hopes, only to find her freshly murdered corpse locked in a shed.  Which is then set on fire from the outside.  Then when he escapes the shed, he runs smack into a monster spider creature and has to fight that, in his old friend’s house.  Which then catches fire, because of course, it does.


The only upside here is that he can’t actually be framed for the murder and put on the Most Wanted list because he is officially dead.  The story goes on to put him in contact with his once best friend (a cop) who is maybe trustworthy, find out that everyone he once knew and trusted is either dead or terrified of him, and there are several different shady underground groups who want him dead for real.  And some powerful demon gods and what have you are involved and it goes on like that.  He can’t relax long enough to sleep, let alone eat or heal until the book wraps up with a promise for sequels.

It was a good book, I don’t want you to get the impression it wasn’t.  Well written, and I genuinely felt for Cisco.  He has more than enough reason to get very, very angry at whoever did this to him— I won’t spoil it, but it goes way past just taking a few years of his life away in a horrifying manner, but that alone would be enough I’d say.  Mr. Finn did a great job of thinking up some really awful stuff for Cisco to deal with, and it’s all good stuff.  Well, it’s really bad stuff, but you know what I mean.


I can’t take it anymore.  Even my CAT won’t speak to me now that I’m the hero in this book!           Photo credit: Sander van der Wel via Visualhunt / CC BY-SA


But it’s too much stuff.  I can’t take a breath between horrible revelations or bad guys getting the drop on him.  He ends the book alone, with very nearly everyone on the planet gunning for him. It’s the urban fantasy version of the old country song joke.  Read it backward and he gets his stuff back, his friends back, his girl back, his job…  There’s definitely a place for that sort of book in the world, and if you’re into it, I can definitely recommend Dead Man.  I haven’t read the sequel (yet.  I might pick it up later,) but I’m sure it’s another exhausting, action-filled romp through the magical underbelly of Miami.  (There’s a pretty hilarious part where he decides he somewhat desperately needs a shower and a shave, so he breaks into what he thinks is the empty Versace mansion, only to find out that while he was ‘away’ it was turned into a hotel.  Whoops!)

Me?  I prefer my world-saving heroes to have at least enough time to take a nap in relative safety, and a few allies to watch their back.  Otherwise, I get exhausted reading about the constant stream of fighting— the neverending barrage of battles both physical and emotional that the hero has to fight through to come out the other side of the book alive.  I don’t say intact because I really don’t think they are if they’re entirely alone int he world.  What sort of ally is only an ally when things look good for the hero?  Not much of one, that’s for sure. 

Even classic loner Batman always knows that he has Alfred keeping an eye on things back in the ol’ Batcave, after all.  (Yeah, yeah, we can have the geek fight about Superman and Wonder Woman and team-ups in a different post.)