Mystery Project Post #2 — The Contemporary Soundtrack

And here we go–the contemporary, chapter-by-chapter soundtrack from the Mystery Project! I have to admit, one of the biggest reasons I wanted to play around with a 50s-themed universe is the music. I was raised on this music. With few exceptions, I didn’t hear any modern music until I was a tween or early teenager. It was just an accident of birth. It was what my parents listened to. When I got to college, I was appalled that none of the other students knew who Gene Pitney was (he’s my favorite singer ever, and one of the greatest songwriters of all time). Or Roy Orbison. Or Brenda Lee. I mean, I was immersed in this stuff. These songs are my world. Although the first story in the Mystery Project series takes place between 1958 and ’59, I...

Mystery Project Post #1 — The Modern Soundtrack

Okay, so… that post before? Where I was like, “Sci-fi, coming at you!” I kinda lied. But only because I was mixed-up and shy. I actually have an entire book… finished. Except for the fact that I’m currently tearing the last three chapters apart. It’s the first in a young adult trilogy, and it’s done. The second two books are plotted. The characters are fresh. Thing is, it’s very different from the Dearly series. Oh, it’s still My Thing, through and through. Huge fanged beasts, intelligent insects, pretty dresses. But it’s also softer. Sweeter. It doesn’t have as high a body count. And it’s sort of a pet project, more than anything. It is literally a world I invented to escape into while I was...

Fanciness – And a New Direction

Fanciness – And a New Direction

Aaand here’s that third post I mentioned a few days ago–complete with pretty clothes! One of the ways in which I feel I failed (hmm, let’s not say “failed”–let’s say “dropped the ball”) during that whole “aaah I am a writer now what do I doooo” fiasco that emotionally battered me months ago is blogging. Simply put, after stumbling into publishing, I did not blog enough. And a lot of that had to do with the fact that I felt I had little to share. Truth is, I didn’t. My life wasn’t that great, and I didn’t have a lot going on for me. Well, there was the whole “hey, we’ll publish your books” thing, but that was too scary to share. I didn’t participate in a lot...

You Say TMI, I Say “Don’t Mind If I Do”

So. Now that we’ve covered the basics, we can get into the juicy stuff. When it comes to talking about my less than stellar mental health, I find I’m often surprisingly glib. This means that more than once I’ve had people tell me, “You’re so brave for sharing your experiences.” Honestly? I don’t think I am. I think maybe I’m dumb. Over and over again, people have told me (and stories and data have shown me) that the mentally ill still face an enormous stigma. They lose jobs. They lose friends. They face disappointment and loss. So I know, logically, that my best bet is to stay quiet. But whenever I’m given the opportunity to talk about my struggles with depression and anxiety, I find myself taking it. Because my issues are part of who I am. Sharing them feels as...

Oh, Hi. You’re Still Here? Sweet.

Hi, everyone! Please imagine me saying that with both enthusiasm and a bit of sheepishness. I’ve been out of the loop for the last… oh… year or so. And I’m sorry about that. I’m especially sorry about it because so many of you have reached out to me during that time. As always, I am incredibly humbled by the love and support I’ve received from my readers—you guys are amazing. If I haven’t yet responded to your email or Facebook post or Tweet, please rest assured that I will do so. That’s always been my practice, and it’s only during the last few months that I’ve let it slide. (For legitimate reasons—more on that later.) This post is going to be brief, but also full of fun stuff. The reasons for my absence are… a bit like a knotty ball of yarn, honestly. Some are...

The Future of Dearly–And Lia

Hi, everyone! I know I promised an update ages ago. I’ve been fielding disappointed and anxious emails for a while, now. If you’ve been worried about me, or if I’ve not yet responded to your email—I’m sorry. While I care deeply about my readers—and will never stop, from my knees and the bottom of my heart, thanking all of you for your time and devotion—I’m afraid there was a little part of my brain that wanted to put this post off for as long as possible. I’ll come right out and say it—at the conclusion of this post, a lot of you are going to be disappointed. There’s nothing I can do about that, except continue to apologize and thank all of you—and, hopefully, convince you that my vision for the future is pretty darn awesome. This post may be long. This post may...

Mr. Grinspoon’s Girls – Hiatus!

  So, I did a stupid thing. I wrote too efficiently. I’d meant to split this “arc” into five episodes, just like the others. (For the record, my instinct is apparently 3000 words a chapter, five episodes a story arc…I love learning about the invisible metrics that govern my mind.) I’d meant to leave us with Fanny Grinspoon as Anastasia’s newfound mentor, Nicholas with his head hanging down a bit, Allen with a new “sister,” and the two ensouled machines tucked safely back in the cottage, ready to resume their education and character development. And by “leave us,” I mean finish up, and take a necessary break. Because on August 13th, I will be at Authors After Dark in Savannah, Georgia! After some...