Backhoe Idling

The author has completed all her hole-filling.! That means she deems it “first draft.” Feel free to applaud. Jesus, feel free to applaud.

Now, she moves on to editing, which she generally does with a vengeance.

Somebody grab the celery salt. There’s a Heirloom Tomato Bloody Mary on the horizon.

About frickin’ time!



The author broke the word count meter, again, going over 32,000. That is a good thing, though, as it means she’s making progress. I bumped her up to 33,000, although the word count doesn’t really matter to her anymore. She’ll be satisfied now because it’s already longer than the shortest book in the series, Spiders.

As an update… For the most part, the story is done. She’s ‘just’ doing the hole-filling. She’s got ten chapters completed, with four or five left to fix. Her goal is to have a complete first draft by month’s end, edit it, and hopefully have it released in early September. Her incentive, oddly enough, is to trade her usual celebratory margarita for a Bloody Mary made with heirloom tomatoes from her garden. I hope to hell we’re invited.

She also has a good chunk of 21.5 already written and is bound and determined to have that completed and released shortly after this one. She wants October and November free of pressing things. Someone very dear to her—and us, for that matter—copied Susan and will be bringing a new life into this world. She intends be available to help however she can and simply to let herself be awed by the miracles that sometimes do befall us. We certainly can’t argue that, and we have promised to be on our best behavior. Not one frickin’ mention of LAC 22.


Stringers Chapter 1

Jesus, it seems an eon since I’ve gotten to swipe something that actually pertains to us!

Here’s the loot… (It’s not final draft so please don’t chisel it into a stone tablet or anything.)

Chapter 1

Claudia slid the keycard through the slot on Room 207 at the Granton Suites.

Already, I know what you’re thinking: a wild night ahead for this chick. Okay, so maybe you didn’t make that presumption. It was more than likely yours truly. It would had to have been a bad joke, though, because the chances of that were about as good as this February day giving me heat exhaustion. And, not because of her, mind you, but because of me. I barely wanted to be in the same room with her. Take a moment to write that down; it doesn’t happen very often, and when it does, this reporter deems it most newsworthy.

Continue reading Stringers Chapter 1


Stringing Us Along

Well, kind of, anyway. She topped 27,000, but now, the number will move much slower. She wrote the final chapter and is now heading back to the very beginning: reading, editing, and falling into those big-ass canyons that are lurking there. And I do mean big-ass this time. Some of them are her fault, simply going with the flow. Some of them, however, are our doing, getting impatient and dragging her ahead. Time to fill the bastards! She hates canyon-filling more than most things in a writer’s life, and I will spare her dignity and not describe the pissing and moaning and utter despair that goes into it. Suffice it to say: It is not pretty. We just stand back and stay out of her way.

I do know that Chapter 1 is pretty much intact, and I will swipe it as soon as I can.

Oh, and, it finally got a title. LAC 21 will be Stringers.

We are getting there!


Sunday Hump Day

Yeeeees! She got over “the first hump” by a whopping 18 words!

Second hump, by the way, is mid-book when she declares, “This is the stupidest damn thing I’ve ever written.” That’s always a fun day in here, especially since its our frickin’ life she’s chronicling.

Third hump, thankfully, is, “Oh, okay, I get.”


Front Burner

Okay, now that the Squatter chicks are all quiet in here, the author has returned her attention to us and LAC 21. Halle-frickin’lujah!

I put the Baby Steps monitor back up, but for the life of me I can’t remember what the last count was. Regardless, she’s gotten it up at least a couple thousand in these past days. I’ve set it for what she’s got this morning: 8,437. I won’t change the goal of 10,000, what she generally refers to as “the first hump,” and hopefully she’ll zip right past it and keep going. Literally, our life depends upon it. Frickin’ writers! They drive me nuts. Okay, except for journalists. Okay, except for one journalist. Okay, maybe not that journalist either. Frickin’ writers, every last one of them!

Move, Baby Steps, move!


Squatter 2 Released

Squatter 2 was just released in the new bookstore. If you’re a customer of the old bookstore who subscribed to the newsletter, check your email. There’s a coupon code being sent out for those making the switch.

It should be released at other retailers and in paperback later this week.

Here are the particulars…

Squatter 2 book cover

Blurb: After a quiet year in the house she inherited from her aunt, Trinity MacNeil feels as though her life may finally be coming together. Her clairsentience remains in check when she abides by certain self-imposed rules. Her relationship with Maisie Beckett has deepened, and they’re soon to move in together. She has even agreed to let her Uncle Gene and his construction crew renovate the upstairs.

The renovation, however, rouses within the house a very forceful spirit determined to get Trinity’s attention by any means. Who is she? What does she want? And, why is she so desperate?

Refusing to use her clairsentience to solve the mystery, Trinity embarks on a mission to research the house and its past inhabitants. What she learns, though, only enrages the spirit, who violently lashes out at her. Almost too late, she realizes the situation requires the skill she has refused to master.

Can Trinity overcome her fear of going to the membrane, the layer that barely separates the living and the dead, that place where anyone can appear?


Gettin’ Gussied Up

The edits of Squatter 2 are complete! Amen. The author’s waiting for the final book files so she can proof. Looks as though it could be released next week. I will let you know.

And then… (everybody bang fists on table) Dykes Who Dare! Dykes Who Dare! Dykes Who Dare!