. . . other than being very young. When mother finally peeled the bandage off, she turned my wrist this way and that, clucking her tongue.
“Now that’s a proper scar,” she’d said, as if the twisted, red knot of flesh were a prize. A badge of honor—even though I was too slow to avoid being wounded.
As if I could find some pride in being weak.
And by “on vacation” I mean sitting on a beach . . . and writing, of course. I’ve got an epic to revise and poke away at.
See ya next week!
I’m very happy to announce that I’ve been invited to take part in B-Fest, the teen book festival at Barnes & Noble!
Look for me at their store in Plymouth Meeting, PA on Saturday, September 23rd from 2pm – 4pm. I’ll be signing copies of TRAVELER, answering questions, and if the printing and publishing gods are smiling, I may have have an ARC of DREAMER to give away!
“Silent as the grave” doesn’t seem to apply to Brin. You’d think a ghost as old as him would be tired of his own voice by now.
I stroll to the bow and the ship rises and dips gently beneath me as I drink in the fresh sea air and the waning sun on my face.
Welcome to my life. I am researching and writing my next book, which is based on the gods of ancient Ireland – the Tuatha Dé Danann, to be specific – and name pronunciation is really making my head swim. Not to mention, many of the names of these gods have gone through several iterations, and can be spelled a half-dozen different ways, depending on when in time they were written about, or where in Ireland you find the narrator of the story. Continue reading
In TRAVELER, Jessa learns that her dreams – the source of most of her imaginative writing – haven’t all been fantasy. In fact, they’ve been a window into all the alternate realities she is capable of traveling to. She’s still not sure at this moment if she really believes it, though, and she decides to dig a little deeper . . .
I’m hit with sudden inspiration and open up my dream journal, reading back over the entries there. It’s not surprising but definitely unsettling. I may not have known Finn’s name, but reading my notes brings the memories of the dreams back, and I connect the fragments easily into a picture of him. Or, more accurately, of us.
I’ve detailed walks in the park, trips to the beach, quiet meetings in coffee shops, and bizarre memories of swimming with dolphins, eating fruit the size of my head, even dancing someplace with palm trees in the background.
And if he’s telling the truth, I’ve lived every bit of it.
Happy Friday! And it’s a definite happy day for me thanks to this terrific review from Fay at Bibliophile Soprano!
She opened the review with this gem:
“I am in love with this book.
It’s a beautiful kind of love – the one you never saw coming.”
And of course, I am in love with Fay’s review! Thanks so much for reading and shouting me out! And if you loved TRAVELER, oh honey, are you ever going to love DREAMER.
Read the full review here!
Just a reminder that I’ll be sitting in with The Young Creatives club at Town Book Center in Collegeville, PA on tonight from 5 – 7pm, and we’ll be discussing the building of magical and fantastical worlds!
Let’s build a better world (or worlds!) together!
Two years ago today, at 4:30 in the afternoon, my life completely changed. I was a single mom with two kids, barely any money in my bank account, and a dream in book form. The phone rang, Swoon Reads offered me a two book deal, and I became a genuine, bona-fide mainstream YA author.
It still feels surreal, even now that the first book has been out for five months, and book two hits the shelves in the spring. Even now that I’m working on a third book unrelated to the first series. Continue reading