Tuesday we launched the fundraiser for Julie.
Tuesday night my body said “NO NO WE ARE HAVING NO MORE OF THIS TIME TO STOP BREATHING“.
Wednesday was an emergency vet visit with Mum’s new dog.
By Thursday night, I had food poisoning.
The weekend was recovering and some house cleaning, which is just as well because mostly I just feel like poisoning everybody. And then Sunday night my elderly blind cat…well, I don’t know. Had some sort of little episode. I lean toward *maybe* some kind of seizure, though I’d like to rule out a stroke, so it’s time to see if our vet can offer anything a bit more concrete. Most of my pets are elderly. Which suits me just fine–my GOD I do not like kittens/puppies–but the bunny’s eleven, dog’s fourteen, and three of the cats are fourteen to seventeen, which means they’re all slowing down at about the same rate. I grew up with animals, have never *not* had a dog, a couple of cats, and a smaller caged mammal, but it makes absolutely no difference–I can never wrap my head, or my heart, around the fact that their lives are so much shorter and more fragile than ours.
There is a very full work week ahead of me with being knocked on my ass last week–edit letter to finish, content edit to finish, two cover drafts to get sent off, and knitting (oh god, all the knitting). And it’ll involve being offline for long periods of time as I’m ODing on the internet as it is (it’s odd, the way constant interaction seems to make me jittery and exhausted). I can’t take new work for a few weeks yet but I’m running a pre-made cover sale as those are quick to customize and a few of the critters have six month checkups soon on top of Blind Cat’s visit, so a bit of a $ cushion would be helpful.
And there in the background, the current WIP is at the point where it’s eating my brain.
I’m at around 80%, with less than 20K words to go. I might play with a chapter or two throughout the week, but then I’m blocking off Saturday through Monday to finish it, because once I get going it’s going to be a mad dash, stabbing and stabbing the damn book until it’s dead. I wouldn’t trade this feeling for the world–not after regaining it after such a long absence–but I can feel myself turning into that snarling, absent-minded, twitchy creature who doesn’t bathe or clean or move except to re-position the keyboard before diving back in again. I’m already having trouble sleeping again and carrying on conversations with humans (not the animals–they don’t mind), and it’s only going to get worse before I emerge bleary-eyed, incoherent, and exhausted next week, a total mess but one completed WIP richer.
I’m definitely looking forward to it.

The sale for
Lilith Saintcrow’s 
Darien Cox popped my cherry.
Doug Crandall’s perfect suburban life imploded after his boyfriend’s betrayal and a subsequent lawsuit left him personally and financially devastated. A year later, with a new place in the city and a fresh outlook, he’s back on his feet and ready to start over. Eager to lose his cynicism and heal his battered heart, he immerses himself in the local social scene, which includes a pair of charismatic men engaged in an open relationship. As Doug finds himself becoming emotionally and sexually entangled in their lives, he’s forced to reevaluate his views on fidelity, betrayal, love, and the often calamitous price of happiness.
Doug’s at a place in his life where he’s learning to accept change, and that the life we have in mind for ourselves isn’t always what we get. After his ideas of what his life is ‘supposed’ to be like are shattered, he’s forced to open his mind to new things, and that’s one of the reason he tries to accept Stewart and Corey’s situation, though part of him rejects it completely. But he’s ultimately motivated by his feelings for Stewart. Falling in love is one of the most out of control experiences we can have as human beings. We’re wired for it, all those lusty chemicals clouding our brains, often a battle between what the body wants, what the heart wants, and what the logical mind tells you is the right thing to do. It’s easy to stand on the outside of that and decide ‘Dude, you’re playing with fire, stop now.’ But when you’re in it, being carried away by that hurricane of feelings, it’s a gamble which side is gonna win out, and sometimes the call of the heart is too strong to fight.
I guess one message is that life can really screw with you, and things are going to happen that make you feel like you’ve lost everything, that you simply don’t have the strength to start over, much less be hopeful about the future. But short of crawling into a hole until you die, there’s really no other choice but to dust yourself off and try again – but it can take WORK. The other message is that no one is immune to falling in love, no matter what their situation. It’ll sneak up and grab you by the balls when you’re not looking. Despite this being the key to all romance stories—the fantasy of love coming along and knocking you on your ass—how the character handles it is what makes it interesting. There’s a reality to it that everyone can relate to, no matter how different we all are.
My plan is to take it down to the beach for the next one, since summer is coming and I’m in that kind of mood. But I’ve been having so much fun doing the city settings as in Criminal Pleasures and Guys On Top, it’s been a tough call! But none of my books ever turn out exactly the way I plan initially, so I’m banking on the hope that the new characters will come to life and let me know what they want. And that’s all another way to say I have no clue yet! But I hope to gain one soon.
Writer of horror, mysteries/thrillers, and urban fantasy.