My father

So I disappeared for week. Sorry… kind of. My father passed away, and writing was really the last thing on my mind. It still feels weird to be writing about him today. My father was a private person. I’m sure he’d be embarrassed I was writing about him now. So I won’t. Not really. See […]

Stupid mental autocorrect

My mom caught me listening to one of my stories last night, headphones in, robot voice going, while I minutely adjusted sentences. When she asked why I had her read the sentence I was currently working on. ‘There was no was door.’ “Kate, that sentence is wrong.” “Yup, but because I wrote it, I know […]

Talasam is a go!

Did my text to voice session last night. Talasam is finished, and I didn’t see the point in waiting any longer. So I compiled the .epub, and uploaded to Amazon a few days early. Yes, you can pre-order, but no reading until November 6. Now that Talasam is functional, I’ll be concentrating on Wendigo and […]

#saturdayscenes

From my latest novella, Sheepsquatch: Rick watched Mina storm off. He wasn’t sure why she was upset, but she obviously was. He wondered if he’d done something else. You’ve done enough already. He tried to push away the guilt. He hadn’t done anything wrong. He’d only asked her out. She’d been clear that dating wasn’t […]

Getting on board

Just a little over a week until Talasam is due to Amazon. I’ll have to work on my banners tonight. Normally, I have them up already but bronchitis… I also dropped out of Novel in a Day this year. Some family stuff came up, and it’s way more important. Next year, I am all OVER […]

Back to flash

Yeah, I’m going have fun with that pun. But my friend, the Short Story Queen, gave me some pointers, so it’s back to editing. It’s hard for me to get reduce my style of writing. I’m used to the slow burn.

It starts

Both the husband and I are struck down by some upper respiratory nastiness. I slept for 12 straight hours. I’m up and he’s going down. So blarg to flu season, but I am editing today.

#SaturdayScenes

Today’s scene is from my latest novella, Sheepsquatch: Surprise stopped Mina when she stepped into the stockroom of Rita’s bar. It had been transformed into a makeshift clinic. Pallets of beer had been covered with thin, snowy-white blankets. A boy with shaggy, pale hair and a soccer uniform stood by one. The impromptu table held […]