Category: Books

Getting ready to switch gears

The moon keeping an eye on me during my morning walk

Did a few marketing things this week for The Pansy Paradox (out on Tuesday!), but I’m also looking ahead to what’s next. Namely, The Marigold Miracle. Because the best marketing is the next book.

Also, I’m excited to head back into the writing cave.

In other news, my daughter and I have committed to clearing out the basement. We are determined to turn it back into the cozy oasis it is meant to be. Still, we have a carpet tear-out this week. Wish us luck. But today I’m putting my feet up and catching up on the slow read of Possession.

Two Giveaways for The Pansy Paradox

Quick news! The Pansy Paradox has not one, but two giveaways happening right now:

And if you haven’t grabbed it yet, don’t miss the extended novella-length preview. You can download it here.

Things that go bump in the morning

So, the other morning, I was working upstairs when I heard a solid thump come from the basement. At first, I thought it was the cat knocking something over.

But kitty is a feline of a certain age (seventeen!). While she still gets the zoomies on occasion, she spends most of her time napping on my bed.

Another thump.

I got up and peered into the bedroom where kitty was, predictably, napping.

THUMP.

This was not the sort of noise you can ignore. It was almost humanlike.

Cautiously, I made my way downstairs. I arrived just in time to see what was causing all that racket.

In the raised flowerbeds, weaving among the phlox, were two turkeys—a couple. And Tom Turkey was trying to make an impression by unfurling his tail feathers. Every time he did, the tail fan went THUMP against the window.

Let’s just say Henrietta Turkey was not impressed.

In actual writing news, I’ve been working on the print covers all week. As an experiment, I decided to try the Barnes & Noble print option in addition to Amazon KDP and Ingram. I know many people would prefer not to buy on Amazon, so this gives me an option to offer economical print versions at a different retailer (while still making a decent royalty).  

Y’all, it’s a lot. Because not only am I creating print versions for The Pansy Paradox, but I’m also doing so for the bonus novella, The Capstone Conundrum (which, oh look, has a cover).

Each retailer has slightly different cover templates (because, of course, they do). And really, you need to order physical copies to ensure everything looks like it should.

But I’m hoping to wrap that up this week, upload the final versions of everything, and heave a huge sigh of relief.

Diving into Possession

So I read on Anno’s blog that author Caroline Donahue is running a slow-read of A.S. Byatt’s Possession on her Book (& Craft) Alchemy site. Considering that I had just been musing in morning pages that I wanted to do a deep dive into something more challenging, this felt like the universe offering that up—especially since I found my copy of Possession almost immediately.

I’m trying very hard to ignore the fact that my little Post-it flags are completely uneven.

I’ve already listened to the behind-the-scenes podcast, and I love the fact that Caroline and Simon dubbed Possession the original Dark Academia book. (So the OG of Dark Academia, if you will.)

Also, if you’re a writer, it might be worth subscribing for three months—her site is cozy, informative, and very well organized.

I also love that now that it’s September, it means I can pull out my Dark Academia playlists, which I think will nicely complement Possession.

The ones I currently listen to:

Dark Academia Classical (a Spotify-generated list)

Witch Faerie Academia (instrumental) by BrittanyWarman

Witch Faerie Academia (with lyrics) by BrittanyWarman

To be clear, that’s Dr. BrittanyWarman of the Carterhaugh School of Folklore and the Fantastic. They did a Dark Academia course last year (I think). I didn’t take it since, at the time, I didn’t have the bandwidth. (At the time, I barely had the bandwidth for showering.) So, I’m excited about this new challenge, and with any luck, I can report back in on Sunday that I’ve read my first fifty pages.

Audio promo: science fiction and fantasy for under $10

Hey, everyone. I have a book (Must Love Ghosts) in this promo, narrated by the incomparable Amy McFadden.

If you’re looking for something to listen to during a trip this spring or need a binge-listen for some spring cleaning (my favorite, not the cleaning so much as the listening), then check out the books listed in this Science Fiction and Fantasy promotion.

One caveat: Audible prices may not be under $10. Unfortunately, the author doesn’t control the retail price there. Essentially, you suggest a price, Audible looks at it, laughs, and then sets its own.

One week in (and an accidental book haul)

So, one week into this experiment, and so far, so good. It’s been both wonderful and surreal. Last week, I had a short bout of the Sunday Scaries. It was as if my body didn’t believe I wasn’t logging on Monday morning and opening up email, Microsoft Teams, and Jira. (Oh, Jira. Do I miss you and my many filters? No. No, I do not.)

I was a little worried Monday morning that I’d open the manuscript and be completely blank—both the page and my mind. But I wasn’t, and I haven’t had a writing week like this in a very long time.

Accidental library and bookstore book haul

I also finished the Trapped in a Gothic Novel course with some help from that accidental book haul. I found The Haunting of Hill House creepy but interesting and not as scary as I expected. A Haunting on the Hill was very creepy, not to mention scarier. I like gothic fiction, but I’m not really into horror (at all). A Haunting on the Hill is about as scary as I can tolerate. I already had the last book, Long Live Evil by Sarah Rees Brennan, on Kindle (and it appears to still be at $2.99 as I write this if you want to go grab it).

Now it’s on to the other two books in my accidental book haul. Because reading (for pleasure) is absolutely part of my job these days.

Northanger Abbey watch-party

So, last night, I attended a virtual watch party for Northanger Abbey. It’s part of the course I’m taking called Trapped in a Gothic Novel (mentioned in last week’s comments) at the Carterhaugh School of Folklore and the Fantastic.

Y’all, how is it 2024, and I’ve never done one of these?

Between watching the movie and reading all the witty comments, I didn’t have a chance to make any of my own (witty or otherwise; I’m not sure how the others kept up). My favorite of the night, in reference to the hero’s brother, Captain Tilney:

He’s handsome in that I-eat-live-scorpions-for-breakfast kind of way.

Up next is A Haunting on the Hill by Elizabeth Hand, the authorized follow-up to Shirley Jackson’s The Haunting of Hill House. Which would be fine, except …

I’ve never read The Haunting of Hill House because back in eighth grade, I read “The Lottery” and subsequently noped out on all things Shirley Jackson.

I’m not sure I can do this, but I’m going to dive into the reading this week … and hopefully not lose too much sleep.

Girl Detective to the rescue

Bloganuary: What was your dream job as a child?

It was my heart’s desire to be a girl detective.

When I wasn’t reading the Betsy-Tacy books, I was probably reading a mystery. I even wandered into the adult stacks at the library and pulled Agatha Christies off the shelf when I was still fairly young.

But the mysteries I loved most were the Trixie Belden ones.

Yes, I read Nancy Drew. But Nancy was so … so … perfect. Trixie? Not so much. Trixie got into trouble, sometimes said the wrong things. To my young mind, the mysteries felt like they really could happen, and Trixie (and her club) really could solve them.

Which meant that maybe there were mysteries out there for me to solve.

I was certain there had to be. For instance, at least one mystery must have been going on in the dilapidated old workshop at the end of a dirt road not far from my house. It stood next to a copse of manicured pines—a strange sight for this part of our town. We had the slough and hills of deciduous trees, but these pines were clearly cultivated, but for what purpose wasn’t clear.

Truly a mystery. And they made excellent cover for spying on the neighborhood, particularly that old workshop. I only gathered the courage to approach the main door once. Then I thought I saw a face in the second-floor window (probably the old man who worked there and whom I was no doubt annoying). I’m not proud to say it. But.

I ran.

So much for my career as a girl detective.

On a positive note, I did not get into trouble for trying to solve mysteries that didn’t exist.

Sometime later, I realized that you could experience mysteries and adventures by not only daydreaming them but writing them down.

What a revelation!

I’m not sure where this early love of mysteries came from. Even now, I love reading (or writing) stories with secrets and mysteries. And I think I may need to go find one. The temperature is below zero, with no signs of warming up, and I could use a good mystery or secret to help me brave the day.

Down in the valley

Bloganuary: Who is your favorite author and why?

Like Anno, what I’m reading and why depends so much on my mood that I wasn’t sure I could pick a single favorite author.

But actually, I do have one.

It’s always bothered me that Maud Hart Lovelace never received the same attention as that other author who spent time in Minnesota.

The Betsy-Tacy books were my constant companions when I was growing up. How many times have I read the series? No idea. And I can’t remember when I “graduated” from the elementary school stories and started reading the high school (and beyond) ones. Relatively young, I think—I remember being dazzled.

I grew up in Maud’s Deep Valley (AKA Mankato). My house was in the area known as Little Syria in Maud’s day. And if I trudged up a sizable hill, I ended up in Betsy’s old neighborhood.

In fact, when I was in junior high, I had a paper route where I delivered papers to Betsy, Tacy, and Tib’s old homes. If you’re of an age, you’ll remember the weekly shoppers that landed on your doorstep—advertising and classifieds held together with a smattering of human interest articles. The route was only once a week (rain, shine, or snow). And I didn’t have to collect any money. Again, if you’re of an age, you’ll remember that part of newspaper delivery.

And it was in junior high that I needed Betsy the most. The progressive school I attended—which was run by the university—closed down when I was in sixth grade. The only other option was the public school system.

So on the first day of junior high, I had no friends. Worse, on the first day of junior high, I already had a reputation—as did everyone who attended the progressive school. Fill in the blank with every derogatory term for mentally deficient, and you’ll have what I was called daily.

By eighth grade, I had a friend group. By eighth grade, I’d spent every quarter on the honor roll, so I was deemed a bookworm, a brain, a nerd.

But in seventh grade, when the days were dark, and I was sore from lugging papers around the neighborhood, I’d pull the Betsy-Tacy high school books off the shelf. I’d escape into her world of picnics and dances, the crowd and crushes. My first inklings that I, too, could be a writer began with watching Betsy write.

There’s much I owe both Betsy and Maud. And that is why Maud Hart Lovelace is my favorite author.