It's been unusually cold in the DC area this month. We're far enough south that the temperature rarely dips below the twenties, but lately it's been in the teens at night, and taking the dog for a walk has been something of an endurance test.

Not a lot of writing news I can share at the moment. Many interesting things taking place, but none of it concrete enough at this point to tell you about. I hope to be able to show you the covers for my next two middle grade novels, G.I. Joe Classified, which comes out in July, and The Ghost of Drowned Meadow, which comes out in September. I've seen early versions of both and they look very cool, albeit in very different ways.

But that's not what this issue of the newsletter is about! Oh no! As promised, here is my annual music round up! I've already given my list to David Levithan, who compiles lists from a great many people, but I didn't really go into details for him. Instead, I thought I might do that here.

I had hoped to send out a “Favorite Music of 2021” before the end of the year, but then my father fell ill. He’d been diagnosed with liver cancer on November 14th. The doctor was quite clear that there was no chance of sending it into remission, yet they said there were treatments that could give him months, or even years. But things progressed far more rapidly than anyone expected.

Once it became clear to me just how bad things had gotten, the teenagers and I canceled our holiday plans and drove like mad to Ohio. Thankfully we arrived in time to say goodbye. Then I dropped the boys off at a hotel near the hospital and sat with him and my stepmother until he passed away about twelve hours later. In the end, it was peaceful. He died at 6:30am on December 22nd, three days before Christmas.

It’s now about two weeks later. We’re back in DC. I’m listening to a gentle new EP by mydreamfever and watching the snow fall outside my window. The teens are at their mother’s house, and the dog is snoozing on the couch. I am grateful for this moment of tranquility. I wish it could last forever.

The end of the year crept up on me! Oh sure, I went to my son’s holiday winter concert—his last one, in fact, since he graduates in the spring. And yes, I did force both my teenagers to help decorate the house while listening to classic Christmas music (did you know I have Robert Goulet and Tony Bennett on vinyl??). And naturally I spent more money than I can comfortably afford on presents for loved ones, per usual. Yet somehow, the big picture escaped me: it’s nearly the end of 2021!

In my defense, I have been rather busy. For the second year in a row, I had two books published. Last year in 2020 was the release of The Ranger of Marzanna, the first volume in my epic fantasy trilogy The Goddess War, which was published by Orbit Books. That same year, my first middle grade novel, The Hacker’s Key was published by Scholastic Books. In 2021, the second Goddess War novel, The Queen of Izmoroz, was published by Orbit in the spring. Then my fantasy noir novel Gutter Mage, written under the name J.S. Kelley, was published in the fall.

Whew, that’s a lot, right?

But hey, why have two books published in a single year when you can have three???

I've gone and changed the newsletter again! Can you believe it? I'm so fickle...

I do have a reason, though! Initially I envisioned juggling two newsletters, one for Skovron and one for J.S. Kelley. But honestly, that just isn't feasible for me. So now I've wrapped it all up into this shiny new idea that I think can incorporate everything.

I named it "A Bleak Hope" partly in homage to one of my favorite characters, Bleak Hope from my Empire of Storms trilogy. Is that a little self-aggrandizing? Possibly. But it also encapsulates the struggle between my skepticism and sentimentality, which shows up in my writing quite a bit.

Surprise! I have a novel coming out later this month! And it’s under a pseudonym!

Every writer has pet peeves, and I’m no exception. For me, it’s lack of character growth. I won’t say a story is bad if the characters don’t change markedly in some way, but I will say it is not a story I am likely to find satisfying.

When I began writing The Goddess War trilogy, one thing I really wanted to accomplish was to present profound, yet convincing character growth. I wanted my protagonists, Sonya and Sebastian, to experience dynamic change from the first book to the third. I wanted the reader to look at these two character at the end of the story and find them barely recognizable from the people they met at the beginning. And yet I wanted that transformation to be authentic to the character’s experience from one chapter to the next so that it never felt forced. In other words, they had to earn it.

Hello newsletter folks, both longstanding and new! The Queen of Izmoroz comes out later this month, so I thought it would be cool to send out a couple of newsletters this month that talk about some of the elements that influenced the book.

The first book of The Goddess War trilogy, , takes place almost entirely in the fictional country of Izmoroz. I’ve mentioned, both in this newsletter and in the acknowledgements for the book, that Izmoroz was inspired heavily by both my ancestral Poland, and Russia, in terms of history, politics, and culture. There are a few other fictional countries that show up on the map for . We get a brief glimpse of Uaine, for which I drew largely on Celtic culture. But the others, Aureum, Kante, Victasha, and Raíz, we only about. 

Hello all. I hope this finds you still healthy and well.

So far, Subtstack seems to be working fairly well for the newsletter. At least judging by responses, it seems to have made it to a lot more inboxes than in the past. Although apparently, I need to apologize…

In my last newsletter, I made some disparaging remarks regarding both Microsoft Word and Mail Chimp. I knew people use these services, of course. But I genuinely had no idea people actually liked them. I am passionate about my writing software, and try to support small and independent developers, primarily by volunteering as a beta tester. Developers quickly discover that having an epic fantasy novelist on your testing team is an excellent way to really put your writing software through its paces, and since I used to work in the tech industry, I like to think my bug reports are more helpful than not.

Anyway, it pains me to think that I offended someone who is just as passionate about their choice of a word processors, and I am deeply sorry for that. In the future, I will try to be less of an indie software snob.

I hope this finds you all healthy and well, never a given these days. Especially for my West Coast folks. A friend of mine has been sending me pictures of what LA looks like, and while the dark fantasy author in me is deeply impressed with the grandiose hellscape, my concern for the poor abused respiratory systems of my friends is a little stronger.

I’m trying out Substack as a newsletter service because as much as I like Tinyletter’s minimalist design, they keep getting caught in spam filters, including my own. Finger’s crossed this service works better, otherwise I may have to use *shudder* Mailchimp, which I view as the newsletter equivalent of resorting to writing novels in Microsoft Word.

Hacker’s Key

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Somehow summer is nearly over despite the fact that the boys and I did none of the things we normally do during summer.

It also means that the release of my debut Middle Grade novel, The Hacker’s Key, is just around the corner. It comes out in the US on Sept 1st from Scholastic Books. It will also be supported by Scholastic’s formidable school channel and appear in the Scholastic Book Fair. That will no doubt be hampered this year by the fact that schools are still trying how to figure out how to teach students during a global pandemic. But it’s still thrilling to have a book so accessible to so many kids.

The grand experiment has begun! After a bit of a bumpy start, the Hope and Red serial podcast has officially launched with episode 1, “Murder and Abduction”. As I mentioned in the previous newsletter, you can search for it on Apple Podcasts, or wherever you listen, and subscribe for free. A new episode (usually two chapters) drops every Friday.

This whole serialized podcast idea is completely new for my publisher, and in the beginning there was a bit of a learning curve. But I’m really happy with the final result. If you agree, please rate and comment on the podcast. It would not only help me out, but also encourage my publisher to embark on similar projects in the future.

In other news, I just got the Chinese cover for book three of the trilogy, . As always, my publisher Chongqing made a stunningly beautiful cover. ​

Hello all. I have some very exciting Hope and Red news, but first, like so many others, I wanted to take a moment to talk about race.

There is so much going on in the world right now. You don’t need me to tell you. And I won’t belabor it too much here, but to be clear, I support Black Lives Matter, and if you’ve read any of my books, my anti-racist views should be obvious.

When I wrote , I admit that I did not set out specifically to write a book with a person of color as the protagonist. It simply made sense to me that if Jael Thompson’s mother was an ancient Sumerian goddess, then Jael must be at least partly Sumerian, i.e. of Middle Eastern descent. From there I merely asked myself what challenges a young biracial woman might face in a predominately white Seattle suburb. It seemed an obvious question to ask, since I have two biracial siblings and know something of their experiences.

I hope this finds everyone well. After my hectic launch week, the boys went to their moms’ for a bit and I spend a glorious two days doing nothing but re-reading Le Guin’s Earthsea books and starting yet another character in Skyrim (a Breton ronin samurai vampire!). Basically I indulged in completely unproductive media comfort food. Although I must say, it had been a long time since I’d read A Wizard of Earthsea and certain moments really struck me this time that I hadn’t even remembered reading before. Like this line when Vetch is saying farewell to Ged at the wizard school on Roke:

It’s come at last. Launch week for The Ranger of Marzanna! Of course all the in-person events have been canceled, but Orbit Books as been wonderfully adept at setting up online events. I still prefer in-person events, of course, but the great thing about virtual events is that all of you who might have wanted to attend an event but don’t live near DC can now do so easily from the “comfort” of your home. If so, here are your options:

Tuesday, April 21st @ 6-7pm

A livestream video conversation between me and fellow Orbit author Melissa Caruso. Though neither of us realized it at the time, we actually cross-blurbed each other’s books, so naturally our director of publicity thought we would be a good match.

Well hello. I hope you’re all holding up. Staying healthy physically and emotionally. Not contemplating the murder of the other people in your home. That sort of thing. Maryland is officially on “stay at home”, but they haven’t closed off the path around the lake yet, so we still have that.

The launch for The Ranger of Marzanna is only a few weeks away. Obviously all the in-person events that I was going to tell you about have been canceled, but my publisher is setting up some live-streaming events. I’ll probably have more info on those soon.

But for now, is already starting to show up on a few April SF&F lists, including , , , and . I also did an interview for the podcast , which you can download directly from iTunes, Spotify, or your podcasting device of choice. The interviewer has a policy of not editing the conversation at all, so it’s a solid hour and forty minutes of me talking about everything from slavic folklore, to epic fantasy, to Tolstoy, to Animal Crossing, and much much more. It is…um, , which if you’ve ever seen me live, you know how that is.

Well. Here we are in the middle of a pandemic. I hope you’re hanging in there. As someone with hermetic tendencies, I’m weathering it fairly well, but there are a lot of people I care about who are either deeply extroverted or have jobs/careers that require direct human contact, and they are struggling right now. I normally don’t send out a newsletter this often, but I thought perhaps I could offer up some things I do to occupy myself in the hopes that at least one of them might give you some comfort.

Streaming TV/movies

Let’s get the obvious one out of the way. Everyone is doing this. Most probably have a long queue to work through. But in case you’re looking for suggestions, here are a few:

Netflix

Hello all. Winter is still being coy here in the greater DC area, but I went on a short trip to Columbus, Ohio to visit family and got to experience a proper snowfall.

Anyway, I’m burying the lead here. So soon after my Ranger of Marzanna announcement, I’m pleased to share more good news, which recently appeared in Publisher’s Weekly:

Hello all. DC seems to be leaning into spring already, but I’m not buying it. Experience has taught me that we’ll have one more big freeze before winter properly comes to an end. The boys have both been cast in an original musical being produced by the local teen community center, which warms my battered old theater heart. I swear I’m trying my best not to be a Stage Dad. Mostly.

My agency and I are having a lot of cool discussions about various potential side projects for me right now. The brainstorming stage is always exciting because everything seems possible. Of course, many of these things don’t pan out, but every once in a while, one pulls through. For example, I hope I’ll soon be able to start talking about my first middle grade book, to be published by Scholastic in the fall. I had a blast writing it, especially after a few years away from the “kid lit” scene. It was such a delightful change of pace from the massive, sweeping epic of The Goddess War that occupies my brain most of the time these days.

Speaking of , we’re less than three months from the release of the first book, , and reviews are starting to come in. I generally don’t go out of my way to look for reviews because by and large, reviews are intended for potential readers, not the authors who wrote the book. But I’m also not one of those writers who avoid reading reviews either. Sometimes a person will tag me on social media when they post a review and I’m always appreciative. There are a lot of books out there, after all, and even if the reviewer took issue with certain aspects of the book, anything that gets people to notice my book could potentially lead to new readers.

My humble apologies for not including this in yesterday's newsletter. I'm afraid I'm still not as good with the promotional stuff as I should be...

Anyway, I thought of all people, it would be my loyal newsletter subscribers who would want to know that starting today until January 13th, you can enter to win a free ebook of The Ranger of Marzanna from Goodreads. They're giving away a total of 100 copies. I believe US residents only (sorry international readers! I don't make the rules!) Here's the link: Good luck! _j

Another holiday season has passed and if you’re reading this, that means you survived. So well done. Those of you not interested in music (surely there must be some, right?), you need read no further, because this newsletter will not about writing, The Ranger of Marzanna, or any of my other forthcoming books I’m not allowed to talk about yet. This one is just about the music.

It was…an interesting year in music. Rarely do the zeitgeists of Top 40 radio intrude on my awareness, but I was astonished to find that one of my favorite albums of the year is also one of those mainstream, best-selling, Grammy-award winning albums. I don’t think that’s happened since the 90’s when Grunge was a thing.

It’s particularly confusing to me since it seems that, generally speaking, my tastes have actually gotten stranger and more esoteric as I’ve gotten older. Perhaps it’s a fluke, or perhaps having a teenage son who is equally passionate about music is exposing me to a host of new sounds. We shall see. But that’s enough preamble. Here we have some music that I found particularly notable this year, organized by genre for your convenience:

Well, hello. I hope all my fellow Americans had an enjoyable Thanksgiving, and the rest of you weren’t too inconvenienced by our absence. The boys were with their moms this year for Thanksgiving, so I spent mine with friends in New Hampshire at a lovely old farmhouse that they have been slowly preparing for the eventual climate change apocalypse. I’ve been trying to sell them on the idea that it would be handy to have a writer/story teller around when they can no longer count on Netflix for entertainment, and I think I’ve got them more or less convinced now. So that’s my End of the World plans sorted.

Once a manuscript had gone through revisions, copyediting, and design, it’s sent on to be printed. That’s usually when my agency begins submitting it to foreign markets. Hope and Red saw thrilling success overseas, and I’m hoping to see similar enthusiasm for The Ranger of Marzanna, particularly in one market we didn’t crack last time: Eastern Europe. Since is heavily inspired by eastern European culture, my agent suggested I write a personal note to publishers in eastern Europe, explaining why I made that choice. I thought you might enjoy reading it:

At long last, I finally have news I can share. The newsletters had tapered off for a while because most of the things I wanted to talk about were related to my next epic fantasy trilogy, which I couldn’t talk about. Until today.

My next epic fantasy trilogy from Orbit books is The Goddess War. The first book, The Ranger of Marzanna, will be published in late April. Here's the :

In a previous newsletter, while talking about waiting patiently for a bunch of work to come in, I wrote the following:

”And so I wait, poised to spring into “action”, ever alert for the ding on my phone that informs me one of my VIP contacts has emailed me. Once I get that ding, there will be no leisure for…I’m not sure how long. Probably until the next Winter. Well, unless some other things come through, in which case probably not until 2023.”

So…one of the big “other things” came through a couple weeks ago. And it comes with a very tight deadline. I’m really excited to share it with you…once I can. The good news is that, because of the tight deadline, I shouldn’t have to wait too long.

Ah, DC’s summer has descended in its sluggish, swampy way to squat over us until late September. It has taken more than a decade, but I believe I’ve acclimated. The trick, or at least one of them, is to slow down one’s internal rhythm to match it. I am convinced this is why the stereotype of the slow-moving southerner exists. Cold showers and gallons of iced green tea are also helpful. And of course simply accepting that no matter what, you will always feel at least slightly damp at all times.

Most of my focus this month has been on revisions for book 1 of the next trilogy. The book does have a title now, but they probably want to announce it along with the cover. I should ask about that…Anyway, as I said, I’ve been focused on revisions, which are due very soon. I don’t normally butt up against deadlines like this. In fact, I’m generally known to deliver manuscripts early. But I somehow managed to get an abrasion on my eyeball and as you might imagine, that hampered my writing somewhat. I did get to wear an eyepatch for a little while, which was cool.

Now I’m trying to make up for lost time on revisions for what is easily my largest, most ambitious project to date. That isn’t a bad thing on its own, but it makes it hard for my brain to think about…anything else, really. And as a single parent, that is not great. So I muddle on as best I can, try to forgive myself when I stumble in my parenting duties, and perhaps put some money aside for my children’s therapy bills...

I’m trying to stay on a regular monthly schedule with this newsletter, so I’m writing this a few days before I actually send it because any minute (or day) now I will need to go from zero to 1000mph.

Currently, I’ve done just about everything I can conceivably do on every project that is currently either under contract, or might soon be. So I’m languidly indulging in commercially unviable story ideas, reading for hours at a time, and playing more Dark Souls than is good for me.

And yet, I received word the other day that I will soon be getting revisions notes back on book one of my new trilogy with Orbit Books. Once I get those notes, my deplorable, guilt-inducing leisure will end because I will need to address any notes my editor has on Book 1 and return the revised manuscript quickly so that I don’t delay the publishing schedule. Once that’s done, I’ll need to immediately begin writing Book 2, which I have roughly outlined, but have not started in case there are major changes that need to be addressed in Book 1.

Well hello there. It’s been a while. I hope you’re well. I haven’t sent the newsletter in a while because I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do with it, and I wasn't really enjoying writing them anymore. I think I was feeling too constrained by the self-imposed format I put on it, so I’m going to try a looser format for a while and see if I like that better.

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The German audio book of Hope and Red debuted in the top 50, which I thought was cool. The publisher even made a nice trailer to go with the launch, which you can see on the .

Now and then, I’d like to share some of my thoughts on how stories are told in various mediums, and how it might or might not translate to a prose book form. In keeping with my previous declaration to show my geeky side more often, I thought I’d start off with a video game!

This may shock some of you, but writing fantasy novels doesn’t pay a lot. And it takes a lot of time. As such, the likelihood of me ever having the money and time to buy and play video games frequently enough to justify reviewing them on even a semi-regular basis is nill. The upshot is that when I do get a game, I play it until I have explored every single aspect of it. It is my preferred way to unwind and turn off my brain for a little while.

Believe it or not, I have some actual news for the newsletter! Er…sort of. I can tell you that my publisher and I have agreed upon my next project, the contract details have all been hashed out, and I’m just waiting to sign. It’s been over a year since I delivered the final book of the previous contract and I don’t mind telling you that this has been a very stressful year for me. Especially considering this is how I feed my children. And while the thrilling nature of the freelance life suggests this will not be the last time I wrestle with such anxiety, it has at least been put off for a few years, and for that I am very grateful.

Of course I would love to tell you about this shiny new project, but alas, I cannot do that yet. If my publisher allows it, I hope to announce it here before anywhere else, so there’s that at least. In the mean time, I’m afraid you’ll just have to content yourself with the knowledge that something is in fact coming.

Reading

Some of you know this, but some of you may not: I am a huge nerd. I tend to be somewhat reserved about my nerdier inclinations (gaming, anime, etc) and until now have limited my recommendations to things like books and music, because if you don’t like books, you’ve probably subscribed to this newsletter by accident, and I can’t not talk about music.

But while I was at Phoenix Comic-Fest last month to speak on some book panels, I was encouraged by my friend Victoria (aka V.E. Schwab) to let my nerd flag fly a bit more in this newsletter, and that if I did, I might find people who appreciate my books also appreciate other things I like. So I’m going to dabble a bit more in those topics starting with this newsletter. If I see a sudden drop in subscribers, I suppose I’ll know why.

But before I get to that, here is the Dutch cover for Blood and Tempest!

Yes, well, it's been a while since I've sent out a newsletter, primarily because I didn’t have any news to share. And I still don’t, actually. There are lots of potential things swirling around, but somewhat maddeningly, nothing has firmed up enough yet that I can officially announce it.

And of course, there have been a lot of non-writing things going on. Remember when I said I was recovering from that back injury? Ha. Turns out, that was entirely wishful thinking on my part. After several more months of physical therapy, and a few very painful procedures that involved someone burning out nerves on my spine, I am now feeling much better. Except of course when I look at the bills that my garbage freelancer health insurance refuses to cover despite doubling my monthly payments this year because healthcare in America is now stunningly broken.

Speed and Efficiency

I’ve been thinking about the pace of writing lately. Not the pacing within a story, but how quickly I actually compose the words.

When I first began “seriously” writing, way back in ’99, I was terribly indulgent with my time. I had to get in the mood and . Often it would take me half an hour before I’d even begun to put words together.

Life, the Universe, and Everything

Just kidding. This issue of the newsletter is not about life, the universe, and everything. But as any Douglas Adams fan knows, you can’t just number something forty-two and not acknowledge the answer to the ultimate question. And for those if you who somehow don’t know what I’m talking about, consider that my book recommendation for the month: hie thee to thy usual purveyor of books, be it brick or virtual, and purchase/borrow a copy of Hitchihiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, posthaste.

I just got back from the vet, where my cat is currently recovering from surgery after ingesting not only metallic thread from a Christmas ornament, but apparently also some plastic Easter grass she found in the closet for good measure. I look forward to an evening of nursing the most truculent cat I’ve ever owned back to health, hoping that she allows me to give her the medication she needs without it turning into a wrestling match that will leave me with several new claw and bite marks.

So, remember how I screwed up my back? Turns out, it was more serious than I’d thought. A CAT scan revealed that I have a bulging disk, and so began my first adventure in the world of physical therapy. My orthopedic surgeon hopes that with some aggressive (and expensive!) physical therapy over a six week period, I can correct the issue without surgery.

On the first day of treatment, I told my physical therapist I am willing to do whatever it takes to make that happen. My physical therapist has taken up the challenge with an alarming enthusiasm. Most sessions she puts me in traction (which is kind of like a modern version of the medieval torture device, the rack). She always puts a bell by my head I could ring, if necessary. A sort of panic button, I suppose. Then she left for about twenty minutes while the top half of my body was slowly pulled from the bottom half.

We’re finally getting some proper crisp fall weather here in the greater DC area. I remember autumn
being satisfyingly long in other places I’ve lived, like Ohio, Pittsburgh, and New York. I’m not sure if it’s the region I live in now, or the result of climate change in recent years, but it seems like fall takes a long time to come these days, and too swiftly turns to winter. I’ll hold on to it as long as I can.

At the behest of my editor, agent, and publicist, I’ve been trying to go to more conventions lately. Recently I went to the Baltimore Book Festival, and Capclave, both more or less local to me. I’ve put in bids to go to ConFusion in Michigan, ComicCon Phoenix, and ReaderCon in Massachusetts, but none are confirmed yet. I'll let you know as I do.

I also managed to screw up my back royally, so most of my writing over the last three weeks has been done on my stomach on the floor with a heating pad and a dose of prescription-strength anti-inflammatory drugs. It is that I have extended my own suffering by doing some home improvement projects when I thought I was on the mend, only to regret that a day later. But now I’m starting to wonder how long I can be on these meds before they start eating a hole in the lining of my stomach…

From the Eye of the Storm #39

When I was a kid, the end of summer meant the end of freedom. As a parent who works from home, it means quite the opposite. The boys went to various cool camps (theater camp, architecture camp, sewing camp), but there was only one week all summer long where both boys were at camp at the same time, and they were at their mom’s house that week. So I was lucky if I could squeeze in a couple of hours writing a day. We also went to visit my aunt and uncle in New York for a week, and my parents in Arizona for a week. It was all a lot of fun, but I got no writing done on those trips.

I think the break did me a lot of good, though. I had adventures, read a lot, dreamed a lot—filling the well, as they say. And now that the boys are back to their schedule, I’m eager to get back to mine.

The next project after comes out in November is still TBD, so no news on that front yet (though hopefully soon!). But I am happy to announce that Italian publisher Armenia will be translating the entire trilogy. So add Italy to Hope and Red’s world tour! I believe that brings the grand total up to nine languages, which is really cool.

From the Eye of the Storm #38

Hello from America's political capital (and these days, drama capital as well). I haven't sent out a newsletter in a while. Mostly because I don't have any news. Blood and Tempest is finished on my end, and going through the slow, careful production process, and on schedule to be published in November. I'm working on what will probably be the next project, and while I'm feeling pretty confident about it, I don't have anything definite to report yet, and probably won't for at least a month. Maybe two.

From the Eye of the Storm #37

Hello, everyone. I’m back from my Irish road trip. Those of you who follow me on social media probably caught at least some of the onslaught of pictures I posted. I met my friend Darren, who’s been living in London for the last two years, in Dublin. Naturally, we went to the Guinness Storehouse, among other things. Then we rented a car, drove out to the west coast, and made our way slowly down over the course of several days, stopping frequently, until we reached the Skelligs, which some of you might know as that remote island chain where Rey finds Luke Skywalker at the end of Star Wars: The Force Awakens. The weather was freakishly perfect for almost the entire trip, and the only regret I have is that I didn’t take pictures of all the warm, friendly, and fascinating people we met along the way (also, there was that time I almost accidentally started a bar fight in Dublin, but I don’t actually regret that).

Anyway, here’s a picture of me contemplating life or something while looking out over the Cliffs of Moher.

From the Eye of the Storm #36

I have been struck with some sort of plague for the last week. I can’t remember the last time I’ve had the flu for this long of a stretch. I guess this is what happens these days in the age of flu shots to people who don’t get flu shots. I always argued that by getting flu shots, we were making the viruses stronger. Now I have proof. Unfortunately. Welp, if you can’t beat ‘em, join em! Guess who will pony up for a flu shot next season!

Around the same time I got sick, I also got revision notes for Blood and Tempest. So I’ve been dragging my hacking, phlegm-spewing self to the keyboard every day anyway. While I wouldn’t want to write a rough draft while being this sick, there is a sort of merciless, cold eye that being sick brings that I find is actually helpful at this stage in the revision process.

From the Eye of the Storm #35

Well, Bane and Shadow has been out in the world for a bit, and the response has been gratifying. Here are a couple of review excerpts:

From the Eye of the Storm #34

Here we are at the launch of Bane and Shadow, the second book in the trilogy.

From the Eye of the Storm #33

Well, it's been an interesting couple of weeks, huh?

I'm talking about my books, of course. What's that you say? Other stuff's been happening in the national and international news? Huh. I thought those were just extended Saturday Night Live sketches. The line between political news and satire has gotten so blurry lately, I can hardly tell one from the other...

Eighteen Days Until Bane and Shadow

From the Eye of the Storm #32

Ha. So, funny story...

For those of you who have been subscribed from the beginning, you may remember my first newsletter was all about my ambivilence toward social media and how I was hoping this could be a replacement for the more public and far less intimate posting on Twitter, Facebook, etc. I believed, or perhaps just hoped, that I could disappear entirely from those services and only have this newsletter and the occational guest blog somewhere else.

Turns out, that was unrealistic of me. I have been told in fairly emphatic terms by a number of people that an author in this day and age simply participate in social media, at least until they reach a certain, somewhat nebulously defined level of fame. I realize these people are not purposfully trying to torture me, and only want the best for me and my books. In an industry where the biggest danger is obscurity, the value of people who actually care about you and your books is immeasurable and not to be taken lightly.

From the Eye of the Storm #31

Happy New Year! I hope everyone had a wonderful holiday. I spent Christmas with my parents in Arizona. Christmas in the desert is a strange sort of thing, but I've done it enough of it over the years that I've sort of gotten used to it. While I was there, I went to the Musical Instrument Museum, which is an amazing multimedia experience I highly recommend for anyone with a deep love for music and how it has evolved all over the world. I particularly liked the attention to detail they give to each country. It's a huge museum, and they didn't just lump things into broad categories like "Here's African music! Here's Asian music!" etc. They broke it down country by country, showing examples of the instruments that came from there, as well as some video footage of people playing those instruments. And for large countries like China and Russia, they even separated it out into regions. It was was so much I couldn't even fully digest it all in one day. We did Europe last, and by then my brain was spilling over and I retained almost none of it. So I guess I'll have to go back the next time I'm in Phoenix!
There was also a temporary exhibit with some amazing inlaid art guitars. Here's a picture of one that really caught my eye.

From The Eye of the Storm #30

I am in an obscenely good mood. So chipper, even my children are growing weary of it. Why, you ask? Partly it’s because I love Christmas so much. I really do. All of it, from the warm sentimentality, to the commercial trappings, to the endless Christmas music. Even the cold weather that goes along with it. By the end of December, I will be sick to death of it, but for now, I love it all.

The other reason I’m in such a good mood is because I’ve started a new project. There is a special kind of thrill in starting something new, and it is a feeling I have not had in a good long while. Now, you know I love the Empire of Storms, but I have been working on this massive, three book story for the past three years. So it feels great to play around with something new.

From the Eye of the Storm #29

Hello, all. I don't have any news this week, but something has been on my mind, and since I don't have a proper blog right now, I thought this would be an appropriate place to share.

I was catching up on All Songs Considered, one of my favorite radio shows about music. The host of the show, Bob Boilen, sometimes brings musicians in as guest dj's to pick some of their favorite songs. On one particular program, which took place right before the election, he invited former Pink Floyd singer, bassist, and songwriter, Roger Waters. One of Waters's picks was an old Sam Cooke song, "A Change Is Gonna Come". It's a beautiful song about hope and perseverance, and it was released in 1964 during the Civil Rights Movement. It was a statement of belief that things would get better. To be honest, listening to that song made me sad. It felt like we have come so far, only to go right back where we started from. I couldn't help wondering if we've accomplished anything at all.

From the Eye of the Storm #28

Hello friends. It's a quiet, rainy day here in the greater Washington DC area. Dark and muted and a bit warmer than one might expect for a sunless day at the end of November. It's a good day to be at home with a cup of tea and a book. So that works out for me. Sorry for all you honest people with proper jobs.

I'm sure I don't need to say that it's been a tumultuous couple of weeks. For those of you outside the US asking what in all hells happened, we're just as baffled as you. Baffled and more than a little frightened. I was tempted to use lesser words like "anxious" or "uneasy", but--speaking only for myself here--allowing a former reality TV celebrity to become the most powerful person in the country is even scarier than giving it to a movie star known for acting with a chimpanzee. People are already starting to compare our president-elect with Andrew Jackson, and with very good reason. That guy was a jerk.

But I don't want to turn this newsletter into an anxiety-inducing screed about how we must be vigilant of the dangers to come, etc, etc. You already know that. Instead I'd like to offer hope and assurance. All storms pass eventually. We will weather this storm, just like generations before us weathered theirs. Will it be difficult? Absolutely. Will there be damage and loss? Most likely. Might it change the very shape of our lives? Possibly. But we will get through it together.

From the Eye of the Storm #27

I keep thinking fall has finally come, only to be surprised by another couple of warm, sunny days. Not that I dislike warm sunny days, mind you. But I love the brisk chill of fall best.

But it's not really the weather I want to tell you about. No, I want to tell you the title for the third Empire of Storms book:

From the Eye of the Storm #26

Hello. It's been a while. Summer has turned to Fall, the kitten has noticeably grown, and the boys have settled into their new middle school routine. Fall is my favorite season, at least until it's time to rake the mountain of leaves that will soon bury the small bit of ground in front and behind my house. I suppose it's the price to pay for so many gorgeous, mature trees. Ah well. The boys are older now and genuinely useful in helping out, so it isn't as bad as it used to be.

Book News

Well, the big exciting news, at least for me, is that I have an editor again! Hurray! Her name is Brit Hvide, which is pronounced "Breet Vide", because it's Norwegian. We haven't met in person yet, but we've spoken on the phone and I'm very much looking forward to working with her.

From the Eye of the Storm #25

I don't really have any news to impart at the moment, but I turned 40 today, so I hope you'll forgive me if I use this platform to get a little sentimental. If sentiment isn't something you go in for (and trust me, I completely understand), you may just want to hit Archive on this one.

I'm not doing anything particularly spectacular for my fortieth birthday. While I'm certainly not adverse to receiving presents, I don't generally dwell too much on age or birthdays. So I didn't think one way or the other about it until people started asking me if I was doing something special for my fortieth. It's a landmark year, after all. I remember when my parents turned forty. There were lots of gag gifts like black balloons and gravestone cards. Generally, the sentiment was that the best years of your life were over and now it was time to face the slow but inevitable decline into dreaded "old age".

To be honest, that summary of forty doesn't resonate with me at all. If anything, I feel like I've only just begun. I still have (most of) my hair. I'm in probably the best physical shape of my life. It's true that I hoped I'd be more stable in my career by this point. But my anxiety is offset by the hard-earned self-confidence I gained in my thirties, which tells me that even if everything goes to hell, I'll find a way to get through it. And that's not foolish bluster. It's based on experience. Things have gone to hell for me at several points in my life already, and I got through it each time. And really, I was only just finally able to write full time less than two years ago! Now, I'll be the first to admit, I could be deluding myself terribly. But my gut feeling is that my life is still on the upswing. And until I see evidence to the contrary, I'm going to run with that.