That’s right–the novella that’s been eating my head for a while is now out in the world!
A blonde stewardess, her hairspray-teased head cocked at an impossible, lolling angle, smiled with blood-threaded teeth as a pilot’s disembodied voice floated through an aluminum tube. Ladies and gentlemen…ladies and gentlemen…
Outside small thick windows, hungry grey air screamed. Light and dark revolved, crunch-thumping as carryons, magazines, purses, and other daily objects became missiles tumbling through space, flickering through eyelid-flutter strobes. Right and left changed places, and a woman in the red skirt and brown coat held her seat arms with white knuckles, staring at the stewardess in the jumpseat. Trim, uniformed arms and legs flopped like a doll’s; the blond stewardess gazed with wide, horrified, glazed blue eyes and that crimson-laced, jolly rictus.
One last terrific jolt raced through a winged tube that had been meant to carry three hundred people to Cincinnati. Then the windows cracked, and the roaring swallowed every soul on board.
It was over.
But that was just the beginning.
Note: This is a novella, approximately 20K words.
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A certain Good Angel gifted me a tiny spare espresso machine, since my beloved Breville monster is down for the count. It’s been nice to pour a couple shots in the morning, and another few in the afternoon. French press just isn’t the same.
It’s an old Starbucks machine, and not for the faint of heart. I’ve already given him a name, and hopefully we’re at the beginning of a bee-you-ti-ful relationship.
The tree went up on the 23rd and down on the 26th; the dogs were excited as all get-out in the meantime. We passed a very quiet holiday with lots of food, and especially lots of sugar. And knitting!
I am a bit taken aback at how tired I’ve felt this season. Some years are like that–even though one has insulated oneself from toxic people, the echoes still linger in body and brain. Processing trauma isn’t a straight line, it’s more like a spiral. You arrive at the same place often, but your understanding of it deepens.
I hope your holiday was quiet and happy, my friends. See you in the New Year.
Well, we made it through the darkest night of the year. May we rise from this point, steadily and in unison.
That’s right! Season 2 of Roadtrip Z is now up for preorder. Patreon “Serial Time” subscribers, of course, get access to the serial as it’s written, AND get ebooks of the draft and finished seasons for free.
Season 2 of Roadtrip Z!
Ginny Mills is a librarian with a mission. She’s determined to get to her family, and not even the crowds of shuffling, infected undead will stop her.
Lee Quartine’s spent his life making do and getting by. He knows how to survive, but now he has Ginny and a small band of survivors to care for.
The power is out. Winter has arrived. The infected roam in packs. Survivors are showing up in the strangest places. And Ginny and Lee haven’t even crossed the state line yet.
It’s gonna be a long trip…
Now available direct, at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, or (soon) independent bookstores.
I am so excited to be bringing you the continuing adventures of Ginny, Lee, & the gang. I hope you like it–Patreon subscribers are about to start Season 3, wherein more survivors show up, this very week.
Samhain has passed, and we’ve had a bit of rain. We’re about to have more, but the long stretch of sunny days and cool dry nights gave us some color before the grey descends. This particular tree in the neighborhood blazed for three days straight, a smokeless fire.
I love fall.
After pitched battle, betrayal, and escape, Kaia Steelflower has enough gold to feed her troupe of outcasts through the winter. She can settle them in a small villa in Antai, that queen of maritime cities, and look forward to welcome boredom.
Unfortunately, there’s a pirate-infested sea to cross, her difficult new talents to corral, her traveling companions’ problems to solve, a princeling’s attentions to manage, and once in Antai, people keep trying to kill her. Or, more precisely, assassinate the barbarian Redfist, and Kaia keeps getting in the way.
Even the Steelflower can’t kill every assassin in the city. It’s going to take all her sharp wits—and sharper blades—to even try…
Now available at Amazon. Will be available at Barnes & Noble and indie bookstores as soon as the distribution propagates.
That’s right, my darling Readers! Kaia’s further adventures are now available. It’s been a long hard road to get here, indeed.
Please note that Steelflower at Sea will not be released in ebook for the foreseeable future. And yes, there’s a teaser for Book 3 at the end of this edition. I don’t have a projected date for Book 3–Steelflower in Snow–just yet, but I’m thinking maybe late 2018.
And now I’ll go soak my head in a bucket to calm the release day nerves…