New Book

I have a new book of short stories out. They are mostly urban fantasy with a bit of humor.


Another shameless plug

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Black Monday

BM1Mondays are not my favorite day of the week but to face one without the benefit of coffee first isn’t something that should ever happen. Unfortunately, to have coffee you have to have money and to have money you have to go to work. I freelance but my job is a dead end. Literally. Lucky for me there is at least one cop out there that doesn’t ask too many questions when I tell him where to find bodies. Sometimes he even brings coffee.

Writing in November

dream timeLife is weird. Life is also busy. It is now November. I have two sick kids who are on the mend and I really just want to take a nap right now. I slept well last night, aside from strange dreams, but I feel like I need an extra thirty-minute nap or something to reach fully recharged. I think these days that is a permanent feeling. I am always a nap away from not being tired but I never actually get the nap.

November is National Novel Writing Month. Three days ago NanoWriMo kicked off and thousands of people out there are furiously writing away at what will hopefully be a 50,000 word novel by the end of the month. My friend Lori is giving it a shot. I have competed against time and life to write that 50,000-word novel in a month before too. I am considering doing it again. Only this time I think I will give myself a break. I mean I did just finish a book. Not quite a 50,000-word novel, but a book none the less.

I think I will write a book of short stories. There are hundreds of writing prompts you_fail_only_if_you_stop_writingfloating around out there so I can just pick one or two a day and write a bunch of short fictional narrations that will eventually add up to the necessary word count.  That is the tentative plan. I also have another book idea but I have so many writing irons in the fire I really don’t want to chase after another long project right now.

If anyone out there wants to hop on board the National Novel Writing Month train, I have provided links to the website. It is fun and challenging, especially if you have never done it before. I am just giving it a shot for fun. I know I can write a novel in a month if I need to so I am not as worried about if  I can. I am just writing to support my friend in her endeavors as she runs the race and to enjoy writing just for writing’s sake. Who knows, maybe I can churn out something useful by the end.

A State of the Author Address

Writer-once-upon-a-time-1024x576I am a bit grumpy this morning. I thought about just rolling over and going back to sleep but I have way too much to do today. Hopefully, coffee will fix it.

It is still dark here so there isn’t much of a view from my window at the moment. So, I am also trying pinterest for a mood booster. Which could be dangerous. There are pretty pictures to look at but pinterest is kind of a Pandora’s Box. You can start by looking at landscapes and fairies, then the next thing you know you are looking at steampunk crocodiles and being attacked by a mountain of plot bunnies.

For once, I need not fear the plot bunny. The short story I was working on has been completed and will probably be available on Amazon by tomorrow. (Blood Relations by Tammi A. Miller) I have started a sequel to it already, though I hadn’t planned to.

I do still have a several actual books I need to be working on. However, I am home schooling my son this year. My writing time has become whenever I can make marks on paper. Short stories seem to be the format my writing is taking to adapt to the current situation.  Modern technology and google documents are a tremendous help with this. I once wrote on my phone while waiting for a public restroom stall to become free.

*Yawn*  I need more coffee. Good luck today my friends. My your writing be creative and you coffee/tea cup be full.

I have a new book

I still have a lot to learn about publishing and marketing. Honestly, I know very little about marketing at all. I have a few ideas and I did order a few promotional post cards. However, as I was putting the post cards together my ten year old was looking over my shoulder and giving me tips like: “Mommy you need to use a brighter color there, you are trying to draw attention.”I still have a lot to learn about publishing and marketing. Honestly, I know very little about marketing at all. I have a few ideas and I did order a few promotional post cards. However, as I was putting the post cards together my ten year old was looking over my shoulder and giving me tips like: “Mommy you need to use a brighter color there, you are trying to draw attention.”

So he is now my official marketing agent. Especially since he managed to sell a copy of my poetry chap book to the nurse at the doctor’s office a couple of days ago. I guess, being a kid, he gets a lot of promotions shoved in his face all the time. He is smart enough to pick out what the advertisers do to draw attention. So while having a ten year old as a marketing executive may not sound like a wise business move, it is a resource not everyone else is using. I was impressed by him tossing out a sales pitch for the old book while I had my head stuck in editing the proof of the new one. And he had the flu and was running a fever while he did it too.

Anyway, if you want to check out the new book just follow the link below. It is a book of short stories. Most of them are a little odd. The person who edited them referred to them as “Fantastically Weird”. I read at least eight of them to my son while we were in the waiting room at the doctor’s office, even though I didn’t really intend for it to be a children’s book. (There are a few curse words in a couple of stories.) He liked “Deflated” the most. It was one of the newer ones that I wrote just a week before I put the book together.


The Oak Muse And Other Stories


rejected2I just received another rejection in my inbox today.  It is for a story I have sent out…I think the number is five times so far.  The first three times it was rejected I felt rather crushed.  It was like I had been stabbed, and the short form letters they rejected me with were just the twisting of the knife.   (Dramatic I know, but I still have this occasional delusion that what I want for christmasgoes something like the kid’s day dream from A Christmas Story.  The one where he writes what he wants for Christmas and the teacher weeps over his paper.)

This time when the rejection came I was mostly just frustrated.  Part of me wants to crumple the thing up and toss it back into the draw it came from.  The burning paperrest of me knows I have to shove it back out there. (The pyro part of me wants to print out a copy just so I can light it on fire with a candle and watch the words burn slowly.  Don’t worry. That part is always over ruled.)  One of the rules I heard repeated over and over again at LibertyCon this year was “Leave it on the market until it sells.”

I am doing my best to follow this advice.  It gets hard sometimes because the doubts start creeping up.  What if the story wasn’t as good as I thought it was?  question_markWhat if no one wants it?  What if it is really bad but someone does buy it and then that is the story everyone sees and makes them decide I suck at writing so they never read anything of mine again?

Silly?  Yeah I know.  But that’s all part of it.  I just have to keep putting that one foot in front of the other, even if it feels like I am just walking on a treadmill.rejectionslip