Waiting to Decapitate (a character)

A writer’s life is a strange thing. I don’t usually realize it until other people point it out to me.

Redcap in Disguise

I’m having tons of fun writing the second Blades of Janus book, immersing myself in the world and lives of these characters I love so dearly. Over the weekend, I was talking to a friend, and gleefully said, “I finally got to write the decapitation scene!!!” They had no idea what I was talking about, but are used to this kind of thing from me by now 🙂

The ensuing conversation was hilarious. My favorite part was when they reminded me that I’d decapitated a character in Pack, the first Blades of Janus book, and I replied, “Oh yeah. But he put his head right back on, so that totally doesn’t count.”

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Hoodie Weather!

The joy of cooler weather doesn’t end with knitting. I’m a huge fan of hoodies, and love it when the temperatures get to a point where I can wear them. Functional pockets and cozy warmthwhat’s not to love?

Last year, I decided to amp my hoodie-love factor by designing hoodies that had my series logos on them. This one is my favorite ❤


Eventually, I’d like to figure out how to make a badge with that logo and sew it on to a black leather jacket, along with “Honorary Blade”. That would be so much fun!

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Sitting at the Crossroads

They say spirits and demons can become trapped at crossroads. At least in the stories and legends. It turns out, so can writers.


I have so many directions I could go at the moment that I haven’t been able to set foot down any path. There’s a feeling of importance hanging over me right now. Something is about to happen with my writing. Something is about to change. It’s making it harder for me to take that first step, to finally open up a project—any project—and get writing again.

What if I move in the wrong direction? What if I miss some wonderful opportunity?

I don’t know what the future holds, but I am painfully aware of my present. The pain that comes from a writer who isn’t giving themselves time to write. Continue reading “Sitting at the Crossroads”


Last month, we enjoyed the Wind Moon—a time for clearing and letting go of what we don’t want. I let that thought be a meditative focus and cleared out two closets and a room that had fallen into entropy. All of those spaces are now being put to much more useful effect!

May’s full moon is sometimes called the Flower Moon. For this month, I’m focusing on bringing in beauty and joy to fill some of that cleared space. I want to let happiness and health blossom in myself and my family, and will try to make choices that support our growth.

What will you focus on?

The Magic Pencil

I sat down to write the other day, and couldn’t find my pencil. I specifically bought this pencil for my writing. While allowing myself to search for a few brief moments, I realized what trouble I would be in if I had turned this basic tool into a Magic Pencil, an indispensable tool that was vital to my writing process. If I had attached too much significance to it, my writing session could have been over before it began. This is why I don’t let myself form muse-attachments anymore.

Early in my research into writing, most of the people who mentioned this phenomenon were in favor of it. They said to write in the same place every day, at the same time. They advised having an inspiring picture, a special notebook, or other triggers to your creativity, all symbols meant to tell your muse, your writer’s intuition, “Now is the time to create.”

I’ve worked with symbols and the subconscious quite a bit in my life, and only one writer pointed out the danger of this plan. What if your schedule suddenly changes and you lose your key writing time? What if you move? What if you lose your magic writing pencil?

I used to have an entire room dedicated to my writing, with a huge desk, drawings of my characters on the walls, maps, charts, all kinds of triggers for ideas. I had special gorgeous journals and favorite fountain pens. Over time, the journals became spiral notebooks, the fountain pens became mechanical pencils, and my desk turned into a portable plastic folding table I can set up anywhere in my home in two minutes. I’ve never been more productive.

I let myself write free-hand, type, use dictation software, pens, pencils, journals, notepads, napkins; whatever is in arm’s reach becomes my writing tools, and I am never at a loss. I write at coffee shops, in bed, at the library, on the floor, in the kitchen, on the couch, at the park. The various scenery isn’t a distraction. It feeds my settings, enriches my descriptions, and reminds me that writing is a vital part of my life, but not my entire life. It lets me write anywhere, anytime, and maintain balance.

Symbols can be motivating and helpful, especially when you’re starting out. But it’s important to be conscious of how you’re using them.