Kittens and Books
Yesterday was a rough day for me. I hurt my knee just walking and had a hard time getting my steps in. I discovered a mistake I made that could have cost my school thousands of dollars.† I came out of work to a flat tire with two nails in it--and the other front tire had a nail too, it just hadn't gone down because the nail was blocking the air. Both had damage too near the sidewalls to be repaired.
$228 later, the kind gentlemen at Discount Tire had put me in their long queue to put two brand new tires on my car. As I sat down to wait the estimated ninety minutes, the pharmacy called to say that my daughter's prescriptions weren't covered.* Did I want to pay cash?
10 Facts About Grave Touched You Must Know
Since we're less than 2 weeks away from the release of Grave Touched, book 2 in my Fey Touched series, I thought I'd talk about, well, Grave Touched. So, for your reading pleasure, ten facts you must know. Like, now:
#1 - I started Grave Touched three years ago in June, right before I released Fey Touched (book 1). It went through three separate rewrites and countless revisions to become the story it is today.
#2 - The grave touched were originally zombies, but zombies were getting overdone. And I liked the idea of ghosts possessing people so they can have bodies again.
The Science of Myths
So, our local Museum of Nature and Science recently opened a new traveling exhibit entitled Mythic Creatures: Dragons, Unicorns, and Mermaids.
I'm going to let that soak in for a minute. Our museum of nature and science has an exhibit on mythic creatures.
Imposter Syndrome: An Update
Two months ago, I blogged in this space about my struggles with imposter syndrome – the sense that you're faking it and everyone else is more capable than you.
Two weeks ago, I attended a conference that was kind of eye-opening, and kind of healing.
It wasn't a writing conference. It was a gathering for organizers of English and American folk dance, my other current passion. I've been doing contra dance for about five years now, but hadn't been involved in organizing until last fall, when a volunteer friend talked me into taking the tiniest step: helping out with the Facebook page. Then this conference came up, a five-hour drive away, and he talked me into going to that too.
I took a lot of convincing – not because of the distance, but because of imposter syndrome. I'm not really an organizer, I said. I don't know the issues, let alone the solutions. I don't know what our local community has done in the past; I'm not even sure I know much about what we're doing now.
My friend finally convinced me that I didn't have to know everything to deserve to be at the table. So I went.
