*gleeful clapping*
*gleeful clapping*
There are times in my life when everything gets a bit too loud. It feels like pressure up against the inside of my temples. Too much stimulation. Too much colour. Too much noise. Usually it’s too much pulling from too many people in so many directions.
Today was one of those days. Well, to be honest, the past five days have been like a spiderweb nightmare of yank and pull.
It’s not a bad thing once I realize it. Because that’s when to take a step back, take a deep breath and remember what’s at the centre of it all. Or at least find a centre.
We were kind of half-laughing yesterday about how I seem to get pinged for solving life’s problems by all manner of people. Which is hilarious because I can’t even really solve my life problems. I frequently misplace my Kindle so there you go…why would you look to me for answers on anything.
Today, someone was on their computer with a web browser open and asked me… how do you google [item]?
My reply was… “Really? Dude.”
We have that kind of relationship. I can tease that way. She just had a severe brain fart and was looking for a life preserver.
I think the hardest thing to do is to get stuck on “receive”, taking more and more things in until you’re full… kind of overcooked and done. I reached that this afternoon. I literally* felt something in my head pop. It wasn’t any one thing. I’d just reached that point. Which is silly. Because I’m better at management my silly brain than that.
So this afternoon, I’m going to take a breath, maybe a nap, but definitely a breather. What about all of you? What’s the centre-ritual or things you do to get that reboot?
Okay… as an aside to signings, cons and all of that nonsense *grins* …
Let’s talk coffee.
AUSTIN people. Let me know if you’re coming by.
Saturday, Feb 13th at 10 am to 12 pm
Bennu Coffee
2001 E Martin Luther King Jr Blvd
Austin, TX 78702
Lexington, Kentucky
Anyone still interested? Can you all do a weekday late afternoon? Early evening?
Link to Audible! Greg Tremblay narrating.
Kismet Andreas lives in fear of the shadows.
For the young tattoo artist, the shadows hold more than darkness. He is certain of his insanity because the dark holds creatures and crawling things only he can see – monsters who hunt out the weak to eat their minds and souls, leaving behind only empty husks and despair.
And if there’s one thing Kismet fears more than being hunted – it’s the madness left in its wake.
The shadowy Veil is Mal’s home. As Pestilence, he is the youngest – and most inexperienced – of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, immortal manifestations resurrected to serve – and cull – mankind. Invisible to all but the dead and insane, the Four exist between the Veil and the mortal world, bound to their nearly eternal fate. Feared by other immortals, the Horsemen live in near solitude, but Mal longs to know more than death, war and famine.
Mal longs to be…more human. To interact with someone other than lunatics or the deceased.
When Kismet rescues Mal from a shadowy attack, Pestilence is suddenly thrust into a vicious war – where mankind is the prize, and the only one who has faith in Mal is the human the other Horsemen believe is destined to die.
The official release date for Dirty Heart, the final book in the Cole McGinnis series.
A little over two months and I will be closing the door to the first “house” I’ve built. The book is pretty much done, going through the final stages of the production process. The cover and blurb are set. ARCs haven’t gone out yet but I’ll be doing that closer to the release date, along with a firm caveat not to post spoilers.
I’m assuming you all don’t want spoilers.
When I started this series, I knew I’d eventually reach this point. Did take a bit of a side trip with Down and Dirty because well, it seemed like you all wanted Bobby and Ichi’s relationship written down but here we go… the end.
Is it bittersweet? In a lot of ways, yes. But in one HUGE way, no. See, there won’t be that secret any more. That underlying question. I knew I was going to be answering the why did Ben shoot them and now, a few years later… it’s time to let that secret go.
And time for Cole… and Jae… to move on with their lives. Just…off the page.
For a while. But you never know when a leather-wearing granny dom is going to need some help.
Domestic Abuse knows no Gender.
Jesus.
Lemmy and now, David Bowie.
I’m not even sure how to process the loss of two musical talents, while so diverse, had such an impact on my life.
And of course, David as the Goblin King.
Can’t even.
Did I share this? I thought I had. Too lazy to go look. Here it is. Again. Maybe 😀
A damned fine edit…