February 6th, 2017


Cover Reveal: ROSES IN AMBER


Tara O’Shea, my wonderful cover artist, got me the final draft of the ROSES IN AMBER cover last night!


There is a story of a beast, and a merchant’s daughter, and a curse that must be broken.
This is not—quite—that story.

Amber Gryce believes in magic the way anyone does: as a thing of the past, marked now only by the long reign of an ancient queen sworn to live until her stolen son is returned to her. Such stories are romantic but distant for Amber, surrounded by family and wealth.

But like magic, wealth can disappear. Left destitute, Amber’s family retreats to a forest holding far from their city home, where Amber’s love of roses leads her into the heart of enchantment, and draws her into a retelling of the tale as old as time….

ROSES IN AMBER will be out in e-book this very week! If things go very well indeed the print edition and thus the Official Launch will be late next week!


(x-posted from The Essential Kit)


Sugar Wars: Day 1

Several of us in these parts have entered a pact, or at least an agreement, to cut sugar from our diets for 30 days. Much of my incentive is that it’s pretty clear I’m gaining weight at exactly the same rate I’m eating junk food, and I’d rather not balloon ALL the way back up to my previous fatness. I’ve already regained about 12 pounds in the last 6 months (although I gotta say, a third of that was in December. What a disaster the holidays were for me, food-wise.) and none of my clothes fit me anymore.

Mostly I mean cutting out cake, candy, ice cream, cookies, etc, when I say I’m cutting sugar. The spoonful of brown sugar in my oatmeal and the squirt of honey in my lemon tea aren’t the problems here, and if it reaches the stage where they are the problem, I’ll deal with that later. It’s the half pint of peanut butter cup ice cream or the six cookies at once that’s the problem, and the oft-discovered truth of the matter is that I don’t do moderation with sweets. I may tell myself I will, but in reality I won’t. It becomes much easier to do so if I get off the sugar wagon for several weeks, though. Then I can maybe have a piece of cake somewhere, sometime, and not go nuts wanting more. First the purge, though.

I have also, with malice and aforethought, gone forth to make sure I got my 10K steps in today. Most days I don’t get anywhere near that anymore, so I’m Making An Effort.

I did a little bit of barre work, too, which my thighs will probably complain about tomorrow.

Anyway, post-lunch, mid-afternoon, and after dinner are the worst moments of this, due to a combination of being accustomed to a dessert and the extra hunger from not HAVING a dessert. In a couple weeks I’ll have adjusted, but right now I’m ready to chew my arm off.

PSA: Just in case anybody’s wondering, none of this is an invitation to comment on my imagined, or unimagined, eating habits. It’s a chronicle for my own sake, for encouragement, and for anybody who might want or need to be doing the same kind of thing I’m doing and who is looking for solidarity.

(x-posted from The Essential Kit)