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2016 Anthology Contest Winners Announced!   Recently updated !

From Possibilities Publishing House: (I’m JD Blackrose)
We are thrilled to announce the roster of authors who will make up our second annual anthology, Besties, Bromances & Soulmates: Stories About Pivotal Relationships. We received many interesting and engaging submissions with a variety of approaches to the theme. Unfortunately, we were not able to accept them all and so we sought to create a collection of high-quality writing that represented a range of views on this theme.Besties, Bromances & Soulmates will be on sale by early November 2016.

besties-coverFINALJ.D. Blackrose works in corporate communications and lives with her husband, three children, and an enormous orange cat. She’s fearful that so-called normal people will discover exactly how often she thinks about wicked fairies, nasty wizards, homicidal elevators, treacherous forests, and the odd murder, even when she is supposed to be having coffee with a friend or cheering her daughter on during a soccer game. As a survival tactic, she has mastered the art of looking interested.

Herta B. Feely’s novel, Saving Phoebe Murrow, will be released in print and e-book form in September 2016 in the U.S. by Upper Hand Press and in October in the U.K. by Twenty7 Books. She has been awarded the James Jones First Novel Fellowship, an Artist Fellowship in Literature from the D.C. Commission on the Arts and Humanities, and the American Independent Writers’ award for best personal essay in 2010. She is also a reviewer for the Washington Independent Review of Books and owner of Chrysalis Editorial, which serves writers in a variety of capacities—from evaluating manuscripts to ghostwriting to working as a writing coach.

Dakota James is originally from Texas and now lives in Brooklyn, N.Y. His short stories have been published in Pilcrow & Dagger, Scarborough Fair Magazine, the Saturday Evening Post, and Headland. James is also the personal assistant and devoted errand-boy to playwright and novelist Theresa Rebeck.

Troy D. Kurz is a writer of horror, dark fantasy, and weird fiction tales. He lives in the Fredericksburg, Va., area and is at work on many other stories with the help of his girlfriend and personal editor Shannon Christopher.

Joani Peacock is an Episcopal priest and associate for “Liturgy & Hilarity” at Emmanuel on High in Alexandria, Va. She is also a blogger, storyteller, and mental health evangelist @Unorthodox & Unhinged and @Sex & The Single Vicar. In addition, she is a cheerleader for and veteran of the Story District stage, bibliomaniac volunteer at the Library of Congress, Washington, D.C., born and bred, half-marathoner and avid pedestrian, friend to many and mother of three.

Jim Ryan is from Avon, N.Y.—home to countless stars, cows, and old pickups. When he isn’t writing or working, he enjoys fishing, playing games, and making or listening to music. He is a graduate of SUNY Geneseo’s creative writing program, where he helped found and later contributed to the literary journal Gandy Dancer. His stories “How to Walk in the Dark” and “Window Seat” can be found there.

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More Library Punk! The Invisible Library Series by Genvieve Cogman

invisible-library_frame-675x1024There are so many things to like and say about Genvieve Cogman’s Invisible Library series, which continues with the release of the second book, The Masked City.

Regular readers will remember that I wrote a blog post about Librarypunk as a new subgenre. You can read that post here.  At the time, I had just read Ink and Bone by Rachel Caine and wrote about Jim Hines’ Magic Ex Libris series.  (And Jim, if you are reading, I would die for a Smudge of my own.  Can you reach into a book and get one for me? Please?)

Now I’ve read the first two books in this new series and I think it is safe to say that Librarypunk is not an emerging subgenre anymore. It has fully arrived.

Our heroine, the scrappy and intelligent Irene, is a Librarian who can use Language (notice the caps) to shape the world around her. Her job is to go to different alternate universes, often very similar to oMasked City biggerurs, to retrieve books for the Library. The Library hoards the books-(they may object to my language) ahem–collect books that are unique, have some potential to add new words to the Language and which can anchor a world to the Library, creating stability. I said hoards above because while the Library is presented as an institution for the greater good, it is clear to the reader that the Library’s aims may be darker, murkier, or simply way-laid by a few who have selfish aims. Irene is going to reveal that to us, I am sure, by book 3.

I loved the choice of the name Irene from the first because I guessed, rightly, that it was chosen as an homage to Irene Adler from Sherlock Holmes. Irene in this world plays with master sleuth Vale, who I honestly would love to have a meal with.

But the thing that has happened here that makes Librarypunk a Thing, is the evolution of the main character. Irene is not just a lover of books, or one of a chosen few that can use books as a portal to somewhere. No…she is a superhero! She’s Jason Bourne crossed with Wonder Woman. She is a super spy, trained in the art of coming and going without being seen, speaks at least 5 languages in addition to the Language, and she fights like a bad-ass. You gotta love her. And smart! This woman is clever folks, as you would expect given her namesake.

It took me a bit to get into these, I will admit. The beginning of the first book had a lot to do and I didn’t feel like the series picked up its pace until further into the book when Irene is on the way to travel to the alternate where the story occurs. So be patient with it, but dive in, give it a try. And if you have girls that love to read, give the books to them too. It’s good for them to see book-worm super women.

Faith Hunter’s Blood of the Earth, Q&A Giveaway and Excerpt!

I have a huge treat! An excerpt from Faith Hunter’s new book Blood of the Earth PLUS a Q&A I was lucky enough to conduct with Faith herself.  5 Stars to a new heroine who is unique and quirky but tough as nails.

I also LOVED seeing Ricky-Bo in such a different way. It made me like him more. It is good to see him fleshed out as a character. 

Giveaway info below. There is a lot here so take your time and enjoy. 

I can give away ONE copy of the book to someone who comments on this post and shares the link on Facebook! Comment and tell me where you shared below.

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Can we assume that Nell’s universe will expand, much as Jane’s has, and as her universe expands so do her abilities?

F~ Jane’s life began the series circumscribed by her amnesia, her uncertainty of what a skinwalker was, and her upbringing for 6 years in a children’s home. Her universe had no place but to expand. Nell, on the other hand, is circumscribed by an upbringing that restricts her view of the world and how it works, but far more so by what she believes she is going to be allowed to do or be. She was brought up with one single life “choice” which was wife and mother, and that from age twelve. Her freedoms, once she is liberated from the church, fall into the option category. She now has choices, but does she believe in herself enough to imperil them? So her universe has possibility to expand, but which ones will she risk?

It is very nice to see Ricky-Bo from another perspective. What were you thinking about Rick when you brought him into this series? What did you want us to see or learn?

F~ Despite the fact that he is a man-whore, I always wanted Rick to continue, because his choices and life in general have had very negative results. I wanted Rick to see what his “playa lifestyle” cost him. I wanted him to be useful to society, but to suffer. And then to grow. By the endo of CURSE ON THE LAND, he reeeeally suffers. Just sayin’. I am hoping he comes to a higher appreciation of what he’s lost and makes an effort to change. And if he doesn’t, then he gets what he deserves.

Will Jane and Nell meet again?

F~ I’d like to see that happen. I haven’t planned out the last book of the Nell trilogy, so it’s possible, but not written yet.

I love Nell’s little sister, Mud. Will we see more of her in future books?

F~ I LOVE MUD! I want to see a short where Mud and Angie Baby go to magic-users summer camp! Can you imagine the hijinks?

EXCERPT:  Off the Grid

By Faith Hunter

This story takes place just before Broken Soul. In it, you’ll meet Nell, who will be getting her own series! The first book, BLOOD OF THE EARTH will be published in August 2016.

Excerpt Part 8/2 SHORT Slippery Words

Beast reached up and grabbed a root, swinging me out over the cliff. “Holy crap,” I grunted. The ground was way, way down there. I let her have us. Jumping down cliffs was a Puma concolor thing. The steeper and more impossible, the better. I was just glad my chicken and dumplings had digested. I didn’t want to lose that delicious meal when I landed, broke my legs, and threw up all over the place. But Beast wasn’t planning on any of that.

A tiny rock stuck out about twenty-five feet down. She pushed off with my free hand, accelerating the momentum of our swing, and let go of the root. I/we landed with the left toes of my boot on the rock and pushed off. The rock gave way, tumbling straight down to the vamp who had baited Eli. He caught the rock just as I/we landed in a crouch at his feet, perfectly balanced on my/our toes and fingertips.

I looked up and growled at the vamp. He took a quick step back, dropping the rock. I/we hacked in challenge. He stabilized his balance and nodded slightly at me/us, one of the regal nods that old vamps, especially old royalty who had been turned, used to acknowledge one another, or sometimes gave to someone they thought their equal. I had a feeling that someday this vamp and I might tussle and I’d hurt him. Just enough to let him know he shouldn’t have dissed the Enforcer of the MOC of New Orleans. Not even if he was a prince of vamps. Maybe he’d bleed a bit. But for now we had a vamp to rescue. And a bunch of kids too.

I gave him a regal nod back and pressed the button on my mic, a signal that would be relayed to Alex, who, unbeknownst to the vamps, would be calling the local LEOs (currently at a standoff on the blockaded road) in on an emergency raid, up through the secret entrance at the Philemon family farm. No way was I rescuing a suckhead and leaving women and children in the hands of cultists who would consider marrying off a twelve-year-old girl. And who had a “punishment house” for disobedient women and girls. No way.

Electric lights lit the compound grounds. The buildings were all painted a blinding white that threw back the security lights and created darker shadows. Path borders were neatly marked with rounded river rocks. The smells of many people and many dogs were strong on the night air. I oriented myself and waited. Four of our vamps had orders to neutralize the dogs and guards on the grounds, and then take down the armed guards keeping out the LEOs. There would be no killed humans to give the LEOs reason to charge vamps with a crime; instead the orders were to deliver a heavy-handed thump on the head to make the humans and canines woozy and then more zip strips to keep both dogs and humans out of the way. A little duct tape to keep them quiet, if needed. But no DBs—dead bodies. None.

The vamps, like my Beast, could spot the dogs by smell alone. More important, we could smell the humans. And vamp blood. It hung thick on the air. The vampires vamped-out and slid into the shadows.

I heard thumps and a growl close by, mostly hidden by raucous music from a building on the far side of the compound. It sounded like a bluegrass bland, with banjos and guitars and drums. Playing a rollicking . . . hymn. “Battle Hymn of the Republic,” men’s voices rolling into the night along with the scent of sweat and testosterone. They were in the church, and they smelled and sounded as though they were celebrating. Maybe they were. They had the state of Tennessee’s finest stymied at the front gate.

Following our plan, Chessy and another human and the vampire prince tore off, chasing the smell of Heyda’s blood. A third human followed, covering them from the rear with a nasty-looking fully automatic weapon that bore a strong resemblance to an M4A1 carbine, a semiautomatic rifle that fired a 5.56-millimeter NATO round. U.S. military issue. It would chew up anything it hit. Instant hamburger. I so didn’t want it to be used. If a human died on this raid, Leo and Ming would do all they could to protect the vamps, but the humans could possibly be hung out to dry—which meant that I might spend a long time in jail.

Once the guards were taken care of, Eli took the humans and vamps with the most recent military, boots-on-the-ground experience, and divided them into two groups. Eli’s group vanished into the shadows of the ammo building while the other group stood guard. When exploding ammo was no longer a threat, Eli would make sure there was no footage of tonight’s raid for the cops to find. Eli was good.

The rest of us—those with little or no military experience—headed for the nursery. The door was locked from the inside, but the two vamps with me took the door down. It wasn’t quiet, but it wasn’t as loud as I might have expected either. Vamp reflexes were so fast that when they busted in the door, they caught it before it hit the wall behind. Between that and the loud music, no one heard us except an older woman who was reading the Bible by the light of a flashlight just inside the door. She looked up with her mouth in an O of surprise. The vamp nearest grabbed the human up by the scruff of the neck and set her down gently beside me. While I secured the human and shoved a sock into her mouth to keep her quiet, the vamp disabled an alarm button under the desk by the most simple and efficient method. She broke it with her fist. I liked her style.

Together, we checked on the children, hoping they were all safe and asleep and that there were no more adults who might give a warning. Unfortunately two of the children had been beaten recently. Their scents told us they were bruised and had cried themselves to sleep. The scents also told us who had done the beating—the nurse. Her knuckles still showed the damage. The vamp who had disabled the alarm made sure that she didn’t get a chance to wash her hands and maybe rinse away trace evidence. She knocked the nurse out with a swift and well-delivered left jab. “Nice,” I said.

“Yeah. Bet she’d be tasty.”

“I bet she would,” I said mildly.

The vamp studied her face, and I had to wonder if the human nurse would get a visit one night from a vampire vigilante. Satisfied that the kids were bruised but okay, and that the older woman was the only guard, I left the nursery in the care of our humans and took my two vamps to raid the punishment house. The men were still singing, and anger had begun to heat my blood.

The punishment house was a small, nondescript building of white siding, post-and-beam construction, with thick walls. No windows. It looked like a nicely kept storage building. But I could smell the pain and fear inside it. So could the vamps. The female vamp who had busted the alarm had attached herself to me, and she took down this door the same way she had the nursery door—a swift kick—though this door took three kicks, and they weren’t quiet. When the door splintered open, we were met with the business end of a shotgun. Which my personal vamp took away in a move that was faster than I could follow in the shadows. It was a single, fluid move of kick, grab the barrel, whip up the gunstock to hit the guard in the jaw, and catch both guard and gun before they hit the floor. It was pretty. It was the last pretty thing I saw in the punishment house. There were four beds in a single room, a bathroom running along the back wall. No privacy curtains. Two women were shackled on the beds, and by the time I found light, they were crying and whimpering.

The vamp looked at them and cursed under her breath. Still moving fast, she broke the wrist cuffs with her bare hands and gathered the women up in the sheets and blankets from the beds. Drawing on her vamp strength, she pulled them close to her on the edge of one bed, murmuring endearments as she gave off a vamp compulsion, the energies cold and icy on my skin. I almost told her to stop, until I realized she was exuding calm, a gentle relaxing vibe that encouraged the women to accept help. I had never seen vamp compulsion powers being used for something good, not like this, and my respect for the vamp went up another notch. She needed a nickname, something better than “the female vamp with a great left fist.”

I stood to the side, weapon ready, watching the darkness outside and the vamp inside, until the women prisoners were sleepy and content, their heads lolling on the vamp’s shoulders. Gently she laid them down and stood, looking up at me, her hands patting the women into deeper sleep. Softly she said, “I recognize them. This is why Heyda let herself be taken. These are her grandchildren, Berta and Wilhelmina. Berta is in her twenties. Willie is in her forties. They’ve been . . . abused.”

I knew what she meant. I had known by the smells from the moment the door had slammed open and all the scents hit my nose. They had been beaten by several people while secured to the beds and unable to defend themselves. They had then been taught a different kind of lesson by a man. I didn’t realize the extent of my own anger—mine and Beast’s—until I spoke to the two vamps under my command. My voice was a deeper register than my normal human voice. “I smell the stink of sexual predators who hide behind religion. What say we find the man in charge?”

“His blood will be yummy,” the woman said. And she vamped-out. Fast.

“Not to kill,” I amended, to the vamp, who I’d nicknamed Yummy. “But let’s scare the bejesus outta him.”

“He won’t have any Jesus in him,” Yummy said around her fangs, “but scared blood is the best kind.”

For once I didn’t disagree.

Faith is giving away a $25 Amazon or Barnes & Noble gift card (winner’s choice), and 5 custom key chains. Enter through the Rafflecopter. Open to US residents only.

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Set in the same world as the New York Times bestselling Jane Yellowrock novels, an all-new series starring Nell Ingram, who wields powers as old as the earth.
When Nell Ingram met skinwalker Jane Yellowrock, she was almost alone in the world, exiled by both choice and fear from the cult she was raised in, defending herself with the magic she drew from her deep connection to the forest that surrounds her. Now, Jane has referred Nell to PsyLED, a Homeland Security agency policing paranormals, and agent Rick LaFleur has shown up at Nell’s doorstep. His appearance forces her out of her isolated life into an investigation that leads to the vampire Blood Master of Nashville. Nell has a team-—and a mission. But to find the Master’s kidnapped vassal, Nell and the PsyLED team will be forced to go deep into the heart of the very cult Nell fears, infiltrating the cult and a humans-only terrorist group before time runs out…
About Faith Hunter:
Faith Hunter, fantasy writer, was born in Louisiana and raised all over the south. She writes three Urban Fantasy series: the Skinwalker series, featuring Jane Yellowrock, a Cherokee skinwalker who hunts rogue vampires. The Soulwood series, featuring earth magic user Nell Ingram. And the Rogue Mage novels, a dark, urban, post-apocalyptic, fantasy series featuring Thorn St. Croix, a stone mage. (There is a role playing game based on the series, ROGUE MAGE.)
Under the pen name Gwen Hunter, she writes action-adventure, mysteries, and thrillers. As Faith and Gwen, she has 30+ books in print in 29 countries.
Hunter writes full-time, tries to keep house, and is a workaholic with a passion for travel, jewelry making, white-water kayaking, and writing. She and her husband love to RV, traveling with their rescued Pomeranians to whitewater rivers all over the Southeast.
Find Faith online at her website, her blog, on TwitterFacebook, and Goodreads.

Unwanted: An enovella from Jennifer Estep

It is a treat to get a short story in Gin Blanco’s world that isn’t focused on Gin, but on her sexy brother, Finn.  The events in this enovella happen immediately after the last book and it lets us into Finn’s brain, which is not a very nice place to be at first because Finn is carrying along a truckload of misplaced guilt.

The biggest surprise of this enovella is the introduction of Stuart Mosley. He owns First Trust, the bank where Finn is employed and where Finn was tortured by his own mother. Mosely is a fantastic character and I could see him playing a bit of the Fletcher role moving forward, which would be good because the underworld is getting a lot more complicated for Gin and friends.

Jennifer has a giveaway for 5 copies of BITTER BITE (5 winners!) and a $25 Amazon gift card! Open to US residents only. One winner per household. Contest ends July 25th at midnight EST.

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Keri Arthur’s RED HOT TOUR: Flameout available TODAY

Keri Arthur’s Red Hot Tour–FLAMEOUT is now available!!

Flameout is the third in this series and I’m glad I waited until the third one came out to get involved. I read one, two and three in a row, carrying my KindleWhite everywhere I went so I could slip in a few minutes of reading no matter where I was.

If you have read the Riley Jensen series than you have a feel for what this new main character is like. Emberly, who is aptly named since she is a Phoenix, gets involved in a complex plot that keeps you guessing until the end. It is hard to know who is a good guy and who isn’t with all of the twists and turns.

My only complaint about the book is that there a lot of characters and I kept getting my bad guy groups mixed up. It was too many names for me. My brain couldn’t keep track. I settled on following our three main characters since they were the ones I was invested in, and didn’t completely worry about all the fighting clans. I would like to learn more about the werewolves though…(Hint, Hint…Keri.)



Emberly and her red hot partner, Jackson, have hit an impasse in their battle against the crazed humans infected by a plague-like virus derived from vampire blood. Their quest to unearth the leader of the group leads them into an ambush—and leaves Emberly at odds with her former lover, Sam, who’s pressuring her to join his Paranormal Investigations Team.

To make matters worse, three local witches have been kidnapped—and if their spells fall into the wrong hands, Emberly’s powers could end up smothered. With time ticking until the virus consumes the world, Emberly and Jackson must race to save the witches, find a cure, and smoke out their nemesis—or go down in a blaze of glory.


Just. One. Book. An Opportunity to Share Our Favorites

For all book lovers, parents of readers, parents who want kids to read…send a book.  What a great idea and a great cause. I put the top of the post here, but click through to read the rest.


Just. One. Book.

I live in a town of 1200 people in the Northern Sierra Nevada –IMG_7452where it meets the Cascade Range near Mt. Lassen National Park and about two hours drive northwest of Reno, NV.  Two hundred of that population is students. Over the years as the population dwindled after mines closed, then mills–nothing except tourism and retirement have emerged as ‘industries.’ Many businesses have closed down and with it many things we take for granted—like libraries.

The local junior/senior high school has not been able to purchase new books since the 90s. Some of the “check outs” for old books are in the 1980s. There are no books by people of color in the library. Hardly any books by women are in the few book cases except your standard Austen and Lee. It’s an uninviting place. There hasn’t been a librarian for nearly a decade. And volunteers weren’t allowed. The last eight years students couldn’t even check out books… (read more at the link below.)

Here is where to send book donations (no money, just books, CDs, comics, magazines):

Send us one book.

Greenville High School/Indian Valley Academy

Library Project Attn: Margaret Garcia

117 Grand Street

Greenville, CA 95947

Thank you for your support.

If sending during the month of July (when school is closed) please send to

Library Project/Margaret Garcia

PO Box 585

Greenville, CA 95947

Email me for more information. Teachers are coming up with wish lists for books they’d like to see on our shelves too. . Our schools will send you a receipt too and our students are poised to send thank you letters.

Charlaine Harris: Night Shift

Charlaine Harris_Night ShiftThe third (and maybe final) book in the Midnight, TX series is out! We have the distinct privilege of continuing our relationship with the island of misfit toys that is Midnight, TX. There is a huge evil brewing and it is calling people to it and murdering them by their own hands — forcing them to commit suicide.

The relationship between Fiji and Bobo  creates a lot of tension and I was almost tempted to jump to the end to find out what happens because I was so worried about them. I didn’t, but it was a close one. Fiji really comes into her own in this book and does something toward the end that I know I could not do, even to save the world.

I love this community and all of the characters in it. In fact, it is my favorite of all Harris’ series.  While I must admit that number 3 wasn’t my favorite of the series, it still sets a high bar for other writers of fantasy/mysteries. Charlaine Harris is a gifted writer and deserves all the success she gets.  Total recommend, but read numbers 1 and 2 first.

Book Birthdays–Barb Hendee and David B. Coe; Returning Ebooks Commentary

A couple of book birthdays to announce for May 3rd. David B. Coe’s Shadow Blade, the third in the Justin Fearsson series, and Barb Hendee’s To Kill A Kettle Witch, the fourth in the series.

I have read To Kill A Kettle Witch and found it delightful. Full of magic and intrigue, but also really wonderful in the way the relationships between the characters are portrayed. The romance part is not overdone, nor underdone. It is just right. Although I did read this book as a stand-alone, I highly recommend that you start with the first one. When you buy them in a bundle on Amazon, you can get a really good price. Go check it out, and while you are there, notice that Hendee has a number of other books. If you like to find an author and hang on, reading everything they write, you’ll get a lot of pleasure from Barb Hendee’s catalog.

Much like Hendee’s novel, David B. Coe’s Shadow Blade is part of a series that is best read from book one. I haven’t read this third book yet, but the first two were exciting, fast reads. To give you a sense of it, the recommended book underneath Shadow’s Blade on Amazon is for Charlaine Harris’ Night Shift, which I love. In fact, I will be reviewing the third in Harris’ Midnight, TX series very soon.

Books-ebooks-photo-76942-mediumI would be remiss if I did not comment on an issue that is making the rounds in writing circles and on Facebook. I was completely unaware of this, but it seems there are readers out there that buy an e-book and then return it, even if they’ve read the whole thing or a significant part of it, and Amazon allows it. Team: this is theft. Writers spend months, even years, writing, editing, anguishing over their prose and then cross their fingers that the book or story will see the light of day. Sales are what pay the bills and ensure that more books and stories are published.

I think the most offensive comment was from a reader who commented that “I shouldn’t have to pay for stories in your head.” Sorry, that is exactly what you are paying for, because getting those stories our of our heads and onto paper is exceedingly hard. Acts of creation, like composing, writing, sculpting, painting and dancing, are just as valuable as computer programming. You are paying for the time, expertise, blood, sweat and tears that went into the creation of that art. If you don’t want to pay for the book, go to the library. That is a perfect way to support the author and not have to shell out cash.

If you agree and want to support writers, especially indie writers and small press publishers, you can sign this petition here.



gallery-thumbnails-headacheHeadaches.  I want to talk about headaches today. Mostly because I have one that started yesterday and has the stamina of the Energizer Bunny. I’ve learned by now that my headaches come in many forms. The physical ones that come from stress, like the one I have now; the migraines that come from my injuries to C2 and C3 in my neck that are crushers and leave me incapable of thought, and the third kind, a more metaphorical version — the things in life we have to deal with that are unpleasant and get in the way of forward progress.

Today is Thursday and the last time I wrote was Saturday. I usually write every day, but the last several day became headaches in all sorts of ways.

  1. Travel. My family and I traveled back to Maryland for Pesach and we got our routines all out of sorts. (Loved being there though.)
  2. Work, which isn’t itself a headache, but we’ve had some weird complaints and situations that needed to be resolved this week.
  3. Death. Followers on Facebook will know that I attended a viewing yesterday for a 31 year old woman who died of cancer, leaving a 2 year old son behind.  That’s a showstopper.
  4. Frustration. Frustration with myself for not being better (whatever that means), for not writing more, for not losing weight no matter what I do, and frustration with the waiting, an inherent part of writing and submitting. Frustration with not being able to make my writing career (loosely defined) move FASTER.
  5. And one more added to the day. The small photo I am using above, within the text, is titled “Chubby Woman with a Headache.” Screw you, whomever named that one.

I’ve been in this spot before for different reasons and I keep reminding myself that advances don’t always come in a straight upwards, gradually improving line. Sometimes forward motion comes in spits and starts. Plateaus followed by leaps. That is what I am counting on.

What are your headaches? What do you do to manage them?