Thursday, December 31, 2015

Happy New Year!

Well, 2016 is here at last. Where did 2015 go? Seriously, yesterday was Halloween, right?

What a year.

More importantly, the Sherlock special airs today. Everyone around me is probably in some area between, 'oh, good, she'll shut up now' and 'oh, fuck, now she'll start demanding series four incessantly'. Sorry, family.

But not sorry enough to shut up! :D

Well, in honor of the new year, it is time to announce the next book. (Is it the sixth already? Wow.)

Drumroll, please...

November Hotel.

That's right! An early draft is available on Wattpad, but come January 19th (because I can remember that date), it will be deleted.

Ghosts await. But never mind that, Sherlock in the deerstalker comes much sooner.


Saturday, December 19, 2015

Ask not for whom the Shuck barks. It barks for thee.

And now, ladies and gentlemen, the grand finale of the lot-The House on the Moor is free on Kindle (where else would it be, really?) from today until December 23rd.


Sunday, December 13, 2015


Well, the bird has left the lights alone. For now...maybe he's planning another attack, gathering his forces or whatever. Bring it on, little bird. Bring. It. ON.

Bird aside, The Maze is free on Kindle from today to December 17th, so go grab a copy. No holiday cheer to be found, if you're burnt out...


Thursday, December 10, 2015

A Tale of Lighting Woes

Ah, the Christmas lights. I've mentioned before that my yard...well, you can see it from a ways away. It's one of those. And, seeing as I live in Arizona, we have saguaros in it. For those that don't know, they're these (picture not mine):

Tall, prickly, and looking good when wrapped up in lights. We have one in the front that, this year, is wrapped in red. And for some strange reason, one section about...see the tall arm on the right of this picture? About there...a section about there keeps going out. A fairly large section-two, three wraps around. And it's a pain to get out the ladder and go up there and fix it. Especially because the problem is that the bulbs are falling out. Seriously, they're turning up on the ground. Just three, only ever three.

Two, three nights this goes on. We find them, put them back, the next night they're out again. Loose sockets? Dunno.

But we know. Because today, in addition to last night's unreplaced bulbs, we find three more. And we remember that a woodpecker lives in this particular saguaro.

We look, and sure enough, one of the out bulbs is in front of the hole it's made to get in.

This has never happened before, and these babies have been getting wrapped-and inhabited by birds-for over ten years. Maybe this one's new? Maybe we ticked it off? Or maybe it's like that 'Chicken Roaster' episode of Seinfeld. You know, this one (picture also not mine):

We may never know. We moved the strand and adjusted the bulb by the hole. One bulb, though, never did turn up. I maintain the bird took it and kept it as a trophy of its presumed victory.

Guess we'll find out tomorrow if the bird approves of the new arrangement...


Monday, December 7, 2015


I tried to think of a stupid pun, but Layne wouldn't let me use any of the ones I came up with. :(

Yeah, The Muse begins its free period today-it'll be free until December 11th.
It's here:

Also, Happy Hanukkah to those who celebrate!


Saturday, December 5, 2015

Merry Grinchmas

Maybe it's because I have noisy neighbors too, but I always felt kinda bad for the Grinch.

Really. Make no mistake, my house looks like the house in Christmas Vacation. It flashes. You can see it from the end of the street. (Yeah, we're those people. Don't kill me.) BUT it's quiet. We turn it off at ten or so. And did I mention it's quiet?

The Grinch doesn't have me as a neighbor. He has neighbors who make such a racket that he gets a headache from the noise...10,000 feet up. Every year. For 53 years. And who's to say the Whos don't take any excuse for a party, y'know? What are they like on Who Independence Day? Or birthdays? Maybe Christmas is just the easy target, and they're noisy neighbors year-round.

My neighbors are noisy. Not so much now, but for a while they were having drunken sing-alongs in the front yard at like, midnight. On a weeknight. (I wouldn't have minded a Grinch-ly visitor to take their booze! :p)

So I get it. I so get it. Okay, so it might have been an overreaction to steal people's presents and food and stuff, but...even the most tolerant neighbor is going to snap if y'all insist on being so freaking loud. Shut up, for heaven's sake!

(And the Grinch has sewing skills, people. No pattern+red curtain+2 seconds of snip-snip=perfect Santa suit. I'm impressed.)


Tuesday, December 1, 2015