When Mental Health Stigma Makes You Physically Sick

It’s Bell Let’s Talk Day.

So let’s talk.

As blog/Twitter followers are aware, I got seriously sick last year (and I’m in remission, but still recovering). Sicker, physically, than I have ever been in my life–the last time I was so ill I had to see a doctor was when I had pneumonia in middle school.


Soundtrack Sunday – RIVER Edition

So I’m working on a little short story at last that I’d wanted to include with River but didn’t (as I was really sick when that book came out and not writing at all), called Rebellion. I’ll have more news on that later, but I’ve once again pulled out my River playlist while writing it and thought I’d re-share.


“When’s That Book Coming?” Winter 2015 Update


What’s New

Well, that’d be Patreon for starters.

Next up, Soulless is now on all other platforms for $4.99 as of today. It’s also still available direct. And here’s the paperback on Amazon. I currently don’t have signed copies available but when I do, they’ll be added to the shop.


Crowdfunding, Patrons, & Thoughts

ICYMI, a YA author was kickstarting the costs to write and produce the sequel to a book publishers passed on, and this included her living expenses while writing. The internet exploded, what could’ve been a nuanced discussion about crowdfunding and the burden of costs in publishing turned into The Sharks vs The Jets (as everything on the internet is wont to do), the author was doxxed, and everything is terrible.


Won’t You Be My Patron?

Amends on Patreon

(Just sing the blog subject line to this tune.)

So yeah, this is a thing I am trying. Whee!

The blurb on the site explains it all–why I’m doing it, what the rewards are, and what milestones can be unlocked. In a nutshell, this is one of the things that will let me write more books for you to read instead of the projects that currently pay my bills.


Shake It Off

I’ve spent a few weeks just building the habit of walking regularly on the treadmill, fifteen minutes a day (baby steps, remember). Then I did a few long walks. Monday, I finally ran.

Well, jogged. Slowly. A little above a walk.

Did the same Tuesday. And today.


The Good in 2014

So 2014 sucked.

It did for a lot of people I know. Like, it was a really, really tough year. Family members died. Pets died. People had cancer. I thought last year was pretty terrible when my job went up in flames rather spectacularly and I went writer/freelancer full time, which continues to be utterly terrifying. Then 2014 said “AHAHAHA LET ME SHOW YOU” and boom, shit got worse. For me, for like everyone I know.


‘Tis the Season (for Asking for Money)

[Click here to skip the explanation if you just want to see the $$ options]

I had my Fuck It Moment™ in Taco Bell.

After the first consult with the specialist doctor–where she repeated my least favourite phrase “You’re doing all the right things, but…” (which I equate with “You can’t fix this on your own”, the thing I abhor more than anything) and it was clear that this autoimmune health thing is actually pretty serious and I have drugs and MRIs and weekly blood tests ahead of me now–I went for dinner with Mum at Taco Bell and had a bean and cheese burrito and glorious cheesy fries that nearly made me weep.


VAT, EU Customers & Changes

So there’s all this stuff going on with VAT and I have only half-listened because it makes my head hurt. Essentially, laws are changing to better go after big companies like Amazon to ensure governments are getting their taxes when international shoppers buy elsewhere; now VAT has to be paid based on where the buyer is, not the supplier. Unfortunately, it’s kind of screwing over smaller shops as well as there’s no minimum threshold. This includes digital goods like ebooks, which I sell. (Also, feel free to explain this to me better if I’ve missed something.)


Baby Steps


photo credit: BoredWithACamera via photopin cc

I’ve reached the point where a lot of days I forget that I’m sick.

You’d think weekly blood tests and the constant rattle of pill bottles would remind me, but now they’re just this background thing I do without thinking.  My puffy steroid moonface is part of the scenery–my poor body has been through so many physical changes, I don’t get too comfortable with how I look anymore–and all the hair falling out just gets swept up with the plentiful cat fur without thought.


Krista D. Ball’s Spirit Caller Series

A heads-up for those of you with excellent reading taste: writer friend Krista D. Ball has a new novella coming out and the boxset of the first three in the series are on for just 99c for a limited time (Amazon, Nook, Kobo).

The Spirit Caller Series is rural fantasy/paranormal, following a young woman who sees spirits (and so much more). Here’s the blurb for the first, Spirits Rising:


25% Off eBooks (and $10 Off Covers)

So the big A has fubared something on their end and not sent me most of my royalty payments this month (this is actually a first–whatever issues I have with Amazon, they are much more consistent about paying me on time than I ever experienced in publishing). Which I was kind of counting on*, as one does when this is how one makes one’s living and one has just spent a month’s worth of rent/bill money at the vet. *cough*


The Rescheduled Birthday

I cancelled my birthday in September this year.

I was so ill at that point stuck in bed 24/7, I just didn’t want any celebrations/presents/etc. I couldn’t eat anything, I was deeply depressed not knowing what was wrong with me, struggling to pay bills when I could barely work, and it was MY birthday, after all. I didn’t want to feel worse than I already did. So, cancellation. (I do this periodically.)


The Call Is Coming from Inside the House (On Side Effects & Perspective)

I am not an anti-medicine/science person. I’m staunchly pro-vaccine. I greet a lot of “alternative” treatment ideas with a raised brow without studies to back them up. Anecdotal “cayenne pepper cured my cancer” stories will drastically drop my estimation of your intelligence.


A Man-Wolf, Hellhound, and Quest for Something Shiny


Because fanservice short stories are awesome…

Bite Me: A Stranger Things Story

It’s hard not to be resentful when someone comes along and takes everything over, and Billy has had enough. Just because someone saved your life doesn’t mean they own it.