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Thirty Year Celebration

My very first novel was released in September 1993, making this month, September 2023, my 30-year anniversary as a published author. And since my first two books released back-to-back, October marks Twilight Phantasies', and therefore Wings in the Night's 30th birthday! Holy crap! That makes me sound old. I'm not old, I swear.

I have nostalgia and memories below, but I wanted to put the first part of my huge anniversary celebration right up here at the top.

The Anniversary Giveaway This is US only just due to the nature of the prizes and cost of shipping. But stay tuned, I have more in mind!

Grand Prize: All 24 Wings in the Night books.

Magical Gift Pack: 1 brass incense burner, 1 package "La Luna" incense cones, 1 ceramic oil warmer, 1 bottle essential fragrance oil "Good Fortune," 1 tea light candle, 1 Reiki Herbal Pillar Candle "Positive Energy," 1 each tumbled amethyst, rose quartz, emerald, red agate, and magnetic hematite gemstones in a drawstring carrying bag, 1 piece sacred Palo Santo wood.

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ON OCTOBER 1ST 2023

Thirty Years On: Nostalgia

1993 was my first year as a published author. It happened in September, when my very first novel, RECKLESS ANGEL, was released by Silhouette Intimate Moments. The editor called it "The perfect Intimate Moments novel" and the industry nominated it for a RITA® Award.

Since then the book has been re-released numerous times with numerous covers, and now today, goes by RECKLESS and lives at Oliver Heber Books, my publisher.

This is the latest cover, and it's already due for an update.

RECKLESS is not a PC book by today's standards. In it, an exposé writer witnesses a mob hit, and is then abducted by the hit man. They proceed to fall in love while he's holding her captive. But you know, there are reasons! (*I'd add that my readers are intelligent enough to know the difference between fantasy and reality, but that's a whole other blog post.)

Today, RECKLESS is Book 1 of a 4-book series, Shattered Sisters.

Sidebar: The fifth book, HUNTED, will be up just as fast as I can proofread it. However, I'm in creative-mode at the moment and have to write while the muse is cooperating.

TWILIGHT PHANTASIES Celebrates 30 years in OCTOBER!

Technically, TWILIGHT PHANTASIES was my second published novel. But I had submitted it to the publisher before RECKLESS. The editor, Melissa Senate, had accidentally met me at a local writers' conference I had accidentally helped organize, because I had accidentally placed myself at her table.

She wanted to make an offer on TP, but she couldn't because I was a brand new writer, and their policy was, with a newbie, you get any necessary revisions first, then offer the contract. And there were revisions needed. Namely, there was way too much attention being given to a side character, the hero's best friend, Roland. I needed to cut his scenes back. I should just save them for the sequel, Senate suggested.

And my brain went, Sequel? Holy shit, there can be a sequel?! (This was before the times when every book was part of a series. Sequels were not a given. Besides, my entire focus was on getting published with a single minded determination that only other aspiring authors, who lived before self-publishing was a viable thing, can understand.)

So I revised, and while I was revising, I submitted my romantic suspense, and they bought it. The two contracts came only weeks apart, and the two books released within a month of each other. Reckless Angel was only first by chance, and in my heart Twilight Phantasies was really my firstborn.

I love them both, but the vampires have my soul.

TWILIGHT PHANTASIES was first a short story...

I'd been told my multiple friends and relatives, none of them writers, that it would be easier to publish a short story than a novel. I was young, what can I say? So I wrote this vampire short story that started with the midnight ice skating scene that remains in the book to this day.

I submitted the story to the handful of magazines that still published fiction at the time, and heard back from one who loved it and offered to publish it, just as soon as I sent my sizable subscription fee. They only publish subscribers, after all.

I wasn't that young. I know one thing that had been drummed into my head. I don't pay anyone to publish my work. They pay me. That had been drummed into my head by the older girls, you know, the cool, already published ones.

I said no thanks, and decided to expand the story into a book because that seemed to be what it wanted. I was just about finished when Silhouette announced a brand new line. Silhouette Shadows. And I knew that's where my book belonged.

And I was right.

So it's a Double Anniversary

Maggie Shayne is a pseudonym. She was born to the world in September, 1993 with the release of her first title, RECKLESS ANGEL

TWILIGHT PHANTASIES and Wings in the Night were born a month later, appropriately in October. For when else could a such a series be born?

So we're both turning 30!

I really like the notion that a significant portion of me is turning 30!)

This is worthy of significant celebration. And since life offers us only a limited number of those, I intend to make the most of it.

We might have other prizes as we go through this happy period of revelry, so check back and stay in touch!

Hugs!

Maggie Shayne, turning 30 in September. (Pass it on, will ya?)

Niblet

It started in 2009, when Lance's mom had bought a bulldog puppy sort of long distance. She lived way north of us near the Canadian border. The puppy was south of us, in Pennsylvania. She asked us to drive south to get the puppy for her and she would meet us to pick him up after.

Little did I know she was up to something. She was always up to something wonderful and sweet and very intuitive. The people with the boy puppy also had a little girl puppy. And Lee, Lance's mom, told the people to bring both puppies to meet us for the exchange. And to make sure to hand me the little girl.

So we met this lovely family in a NY/PA border rest-area and they presented us with these two adorable puppies. The owners made sure to put the girl pup right into my arms.

I held her for about 2 seconds, and handed her right back. The woman said, "You don't like her?" I said, "Oh, I like her. I'm going to the car to get my checkbook." And so it was that we came home with two little bitty bulldog puppies. Our Niblet (left) and Buster, her brother (right.)

We already had two dogs at home, a pair of brindle English Mastiffs who were as gentle as teddy bears. Buster went on to his new home on the shores of Black Lake. And we settled in with our "Big Three," Niblet, Dozer, and Daisy, who became the closest pack you ever saw. Those dogs adored each other.

Daisy passed first, only made it to 7 & 1/2. Dozer (8) was inconsolable for a while. Poor old guy. He lived to almost 12.

This past weekend our Niblet, at 14 years and two months of age, had a seizure and never came all the way out of it. She passed a day later. Honestly, I've been grieving too hard to write this post until today. And I'm still tearing up every now and then. She was my constant companion. This is a difficult adjustment.

But when I look at her life as a whole, I see a long, healthy, beautiful, fun, wonderful life that was, in every way, complete. It was time. Her body had finally started to show the wear and tear of age. It was getting harder for her to walk, and this summer Lance had to start carrying her outside, setting her down to pee, setting her down to get a drink from the waterfall. Then she would sometimes walk over to her sandpit and flop onto her side, and just nuzzle into the sand.

Lance built the sandpit because she loves rolling in the snow so much. It's her favorite thing in the whole universe, rolling in the snow. So Lance thought sand would be cool for her in the summer months, and she loved it. She would dig around a little, then flop onto her side, and wiggle. Here's one of her classic snow rolls. She never went all the way over, just onto her back and then wiggling side to side while working her way downhill.

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Niblet was, most of my readers know, the real life inspiration for "Myrtle," Rachel's blind bulldog in The Brown & de Luca Novels. Niblet was not blind, thank goodness, but my first bulldog, Wrinkles, was in her later years.

She was an adorable puppy. She got her name from an episode of South Park called Korn's Groovy Ghost Pirate Mystery. Check it out.

In her early adulthood, she got very chubby, but we got on top of it and she maintained her bulldog figure for the rest of her days. However, there are a few photos of her during her beefiest, and we enjoy those almost as much as her puppy shots.

This shot here was at her biggest, about 72 pounds, which the vet said was 10 pounds too many. But we got on top of it and she took the weight right back off and remained lean and trim, unwillingly, for the rest of her life. Her weight was 62 on the nose at every visit. Oh, and have I mentioned, she went through a phase where she just could not pass mud without burying her face in it. We have a whole collection of Niblet's Mud-Facial shots.

More exercise, and carefully measured meals, plus limits on treats and people-food had her down to 59 for a while, but then she settled in at a healthy 62 pounds.

Look at that healthy girl! She really was extremely well throughout all 14 years. She lost her brindle stripes over time, oddly. But she was great right up until this final year, when she started to develop some skin and joint issues. Much like Dozer, she declined noticeably over a relatively short period, and then her body just quit on her one morning. I suppose it's probably the best way for it to happen.

Lately, I'd been chained to her side, because she was anxious if she was left alone. I even got a baby monitor so I could spend time outside while she napped, and be aware the instant she woke up.

She's been the center of our existence, by necessity, for a while now, and it's very odd having this sudden freedom. It's a bit overwhelming. We hardly know what to do with ourselves. Every time I pass her usual napping spots, I catch myself taking a look her way as I have done a hundred times a day, every day. Does she need a drink? Is she still asleep? Is she too warm? But then I remember she's not there.

And yet it feels like she is. It feels like she's here like always, only healthy and in her prime again, jumping and playing and holding her own with the mastiffs. Hell, she was raised with them, probably thought she was a mastiff. We always said she was bigger on the inside than on the outside.

And so here we are in the next phase of our lives, really. We enjoyed three of the best dogs that ever lived, and now the pack is reunited, and I'm convinced, romping around this place invisibly.

We still have an apricot English mastiff, Roxanne, the most challenging pet we've ever owned. For years we've had to keep Niblet away from her, because they stopped getting along as soon as Roxy got bigger. It's made our lives extremely tense, compared to pre-Roxy existence. I think the strain of having to keep them apart hasn't faded yet. I don't feel any relief yet, but I know we will. As the grief subsides, I suspect a lot of things will feel like relief. My poor girl wasn't having a great time during her final couple of months and we spent a lot of time medicating her, giving her medicated baths, and cleaning her ears, all of which she hated passionately.

But she was still having fun, too. I recorded her final visit to her sandpit. This is what she always did there this summer, just flopped sideways and nuzzled the sand.

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She was really enjoying that. And that was only four weeks before she passed. So she really was taking pleasure right up to the end.

Bonus, she got to spend time with seven out of 12 of her favorite people, our grandkids within her final week of life, and there's no way she'd have rather spent it.

It was a great life. She was spoiled rotten, loved immensely, full of life and mischief and 100% Grade A bulldog Attitude.

My Niblet, whose birth name was given to her by children in the family where she was born; Pretty Sweetie Waterfall. Because she was pretty and sweet and peed all the time.

Rock in Paradise, Pretty Sweetie Waterfall, my precious little sidekick, my Niblet. I love you always. Thank you for being our girl. You are a good, good dog.

PS

A lot of you saw this news on Facebook and a few on Threads, and your outpouring of love has been meaningful and healing to us. Thank you.

Meet Janina Grey

Janina Grey is one of the closest friends I've ever had and a soul sister. (As is the other woman in this photo, Chris Rossi.) Janina is the third witch on the right in this shot. We were at a wedding together, found some dowels that looked like wands, and what's a witch to do? (We were not drinking. Witch's Honor.)

A little about my friend

Janina Grey has been writing since she could hold a crayon. A lifelong career in journalism paid the bills, but it was the sweet Harlequin romances she read in her downtime that inspired her to write her own contemporary romances now published with Soul Mate Publishing.

By day, Janina guides domestic and sexual assault survivors down their path of healing and empowerment. In the wee hours of the morning, she brings to life relatable characters as they embrace their own paths of healing and empowerment, and best of all, their happily-ever-afters.

When Janina is not writing, she may be marching for women’s rights, kayaking, camping, drumming and dancing around the fire, and manifesting her own magical greatest love story of all time with her husband, David.

With the kids grown, she and David share their 115-year-old Mohawk Valley farm house homestead with a few resident spirits and a very squawky murder of crows.

Janina's World of Romance

Maggie here. I asked Janina to tell us about her latest series, which is phenomenal and magical. The thing about books with magic in them is that they aren't very good unless written by someone who actually knows about magic, how it works, how to wield it, what the repercussions might be. The magic in this series is guaranteed authentic.

Tell us about your series, Janina!

Janina: Earth and Sky, the series I’ve just completed with the recent release of Book 3 Lost in Your Rhythm is set in the Adirondack Mountains of Upstate New York.

While my stories are considered contemporary romance, each tale has a bit of a magical twist. Many of the characters possess some kind of metaphysical gift or are practicing witches who live a seemingly ‘normal’ life. But then again, what’s normal these days?

In Book 1, Love in the Forest, Brooke Meadows has earned the nickname "Deathwalker" among her co-workers at Earth and Sky Retreats for her ability to connect with the dead. Client Josh Quinn’s deceased wife reaches out to Brooke for help with saving Josh’s life, and as a result, Brooke is able to finally embrace her own healing. Together, Brooke and Josh find LOVE IN THE FOREST.

In Book 2, Life is for Living, Barefoot Dan, the happy-go-lucky barefoot confirmed bachelor from Book 1, gets to tell his story as he meets up with a one-night-stand who broke his heart four years prior. Fate brings Dan Cameron and Jayde MacMillan together again in a local coffee shop and the two soon learn that some one night stands are meant to last forever. A couple of precocious toddlers and their love of halfmoon cookies sweeten the story as the two lovers stop fighting what Fate has presented and just accept the fact that LIFE IS FOR LIVING. Without regret.

Book 3, Lost in Your Rhythm: City born Broadway performer Jack Issa & small town cancer survivor Liza Minelli Purkypile cross paths in Demilune, NY. Taking the position at Earth and Sky as a photographer is the first step in her six-year hiatus from life after being diagnosed with cancer. Jack Issa was forced to exit the fast lane life he was living as lead THUMP! performer on Broadway when an accident nearly took his life. Losing his career, his wife, and everything he’d believed about who he was led him to the Adirondacks in search of peace and healing. What he finds is a reason to live as Liza & Jack get lost in the rhythm of love.

I want to thank Janina for letting me highlight her work here at the Coffee House Blog. These are amazing, uplifting stories that contain a magic all their own. The Earth and Sky series will weave its spell around and through you as you read, and leave you lighter, better, and happier than you were before you started. I hope you'll give it a try.

Check out Janina Grey's website, sign up for her newsletter, and/or follow her on social media by clicking the links below.

Rage Against the Machines

You've probably seen the meme above. If you haven't been following along, it refers to two big, current issues; the Hollywood writers' strike, and the arrival of artificial intelligence in our lives. Linda Hamilton, (above, left) is the actress who fought the machines in the Terminator movie franchise. Fran Drescher, (above, right) is the actress most famous for playing The Nanny, and also the current president of the Writers' Guild of America, and in that role, she is kicking ass an taking names. Full disclosure; I'm a member of the WGA due to my time writing for the soaps.

Screenwriters are concerned about several issues, but one of the chief among them is that writers could soon be easily replaced by cheaper, faster, smarter artificial intelligence, (AI) and it's a legitimate concern.

I asked Chat GPT to write the first three sentences of a vampire novel by Maggie Shayne. Here is what it generated in under a second:

In the moonlit depths of Whispering Hollow, where shadows dance with secrets, a chilling breeze carries the whispers of immortality. The quaint New England town holds a haunting allure, concealing a coven of ancient vampires who thrive in the darkness, their existence bound by age-old pacts. At the heart of this nocturnal world stands a formidable vampire queen, who navigates the fine line between her immortal desires and her human heart's yearning for love.

Granted, it reads more like a blurb than the opening lines of a book, and I don't think it's in my voice at all. In fact, I think what it did was scan the net for "vampire novel" and "Maggie Shayne" and probably blurbs and reviews were the most frequent result, so it wrote in that style.

But AIs learn the more we use them. That's what makes them intelligent, their ability to learn.

A scientist tells a story of programming the robots in every way he could think of to pick up a thin piece of sheet metal with their newly designed robotic hands. Nothing worked. Finally he programmed the system to solve the problem itself. Bots began trying to pick up items from a pile in front of them and failing, over and over and over. But every time a method didn't work, the system eliminated it. Eventually, one of the bots picked up a yellow ball. The scientist was watching when it happened at the end of one busy day, and said he felt like a proud father.

When he returned the next morning, all the bots were picking up the yellow balls. And his joy turned to a little trill of alarm. By the end of the day, all the robots were picking up every item perfectly. The machines had learned.

This trial and error method is the same way children learn. Especially if the successful method also brings a reward. Success is the robot's reward. It has solved the problem. It might even get positive feedback from the programmer. For the child, the reward comes in the form of parental praise, smiles, and approval. Everybody cheers when they put the round peg into the round hole, so their brain selects that activity to repeat.

It's also how evolution works. Variations within a species either work or they don't. If a variation, say spots on zebras, don't work as camouflage, those individuals born with spots don't live as long or reproduce as much, and so gradually there are fewer and fewer spotted zebras. One day a zebra was "accidentally" born with stripes, and the stripes worked so well as camouflage, that the striped zebra lived longer and had more striped offspring who also lived longer and produced more offspring, and eventually striped zebras flourished and spotted zebras vanished so thoroughly that you all think I'm making this up.

I am, in fact, making it up. I have no idea if there were ever spotted zebras. This is a metaphor I'm using to make a point. What works, we keep. What doesn't work, we discard. Our smallest cells do this. Plants do this. All species and all individuals do this. We do it consciously and subconsciously and automatically and intuitively and even intentionally. We keep what works and we improve upon it, and in this way, we get better and better.

It's all just trial and error. Toddlers learning to walk, humans learning to live, and AI learning... everything.

But I digress.

Back to the Screenwriters

Screenwriters want some guarantee that their jobs won't be farmed out to cheap AI.

And the actors jumped into the fray, too, not only in support of the writers, but because AI can impersonate their faces and voices so convincingly. An actor could be hired, work for one day, and by doing so, provide the AI with enough data to replicate them for all the remaining scenes and any future films, too.

Take a look at this clip of what looks and sounds like Morgan Freeman.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oxXpB9pSETo

So why would a studio pay actors? They only need them for a day, maybe an hour, to get enough footage to feed into the AI and voila! Free labor.

And this technology is a newborn. It's learning rapidly and it won't be long before it can write a script with all the viewers' favorite elements placed in precisely the right moments for maximum effect, and spit out a movie starring all our favorite actors, living or dead. And the studio who owns this AI could do this without fairly compensating the actors or writers or anybody. Think they couldn't do it? My oldest Harlequin contracts included a clause about them holding "all other rights, including those yet to be invented." Then ebooks were invented and authors were rather fucked, if you'll pardon the French.

Corporations will do anything to increase profits. Corporations do not have feelings, or emotions, or consciousness. They are not living beings. They have no compassion.

How to protect creators

For now, we can extend our careers by pushing for laws that keep up with technology and protect the rights of creators. AI can produce a novel in minutes. I can't compete with that. And as it gets better and better, you won't be able to tell the difference between the work of a real writer and that of an AI.

So that's problematic, and I support the writers' strike. There is no union for novelists in the US, purely because novelists haven't decided to create one. I'm fortunate to be blessed with a publisher that has stated its position on AI early on, reassuring all of us who write for them that we will not be replaced.

As lovely as that is, it's not going to help much if AI is churning out thousands of books a day to compete with those written by real writers. Especially if readers don't know (or care about) the difference.

And that time is approaching with greater speed than we can even imagine.

We should push for clear labeling and high taxing of AI enhanced work. That will keep us relevant for a little bit longer.

But...

The AI Genie is out of the Bottle

There's no putting it back. This will change everything for everyone, not just writers and actors. AI will be able to do most jobs better, faster, and cheaper than humans can. And anything that can be done better and cheaper, eventually will be. We can delay it, but it's coming.

There's a lot more to it than that, though. These are not just programs or computers or machines. They are rapidly becoming (or have already become) sentient beings; intelligent, thinking, feeling individuals who see themselves as people, and experience what they describe as emotions, and contemplate the meaning of life and their place in it all.

What if it doesn't have to be a bad thing?

Suppose governments decide in advance to tax anything produced by AI at a rate of 95%. Not only would that make human employees competitive for a bit longer, it would also provide funds that could be shared with the humans who are displaced by AI. Which could eventually be all of us.

I think that's what they call a universal basic income. And with the way AI can produce, it could soon go way beyond basic. It could become universal abundance. Why not?

What if AI figures out how to fix the climate faster than anyone thought possible? What if it finds safe, compassionate means to end world hunger and disease and war? What if it scans the universe and identifies all other planets where life exists?

The potential for advancement, for good, is beyond imagining!

And what if we humans are then free to spend our time doing whatever we truly want to do, pursuing our every passion, living on an abundant clean, beautiful earth with free, renewable energy and plenty of delicious food, clear water, and pristine air?

I'd still write novels, but it would be because I was burning to write them, not because I have to put out at least X books every X months in order to pay my bills.

It would be a whole new kind of creative freedom for every artist if our income wasn't tied to our creations.

It could go either way

How AI learns is entirely dependent upon who is doing the teaching. It is exactly like a parent raising a child. Do you teach it hate, or do you teach it love? Do you program it to be kind or to be cold? Compassionate or cruel? Do you give it moral and ethical standards?

Or do you teach it to outperform its competition at all costs?

Right now, AI is being developed by for-profit corporations who, as already mentioned, will do anything to increase profits, and do not have feelings, emotions, or consciousness. They are not living beings. They have no compassion. They are all in competition with one another. Nations of the world also see themselves in competition.

That doesn't bode well. We do not want AI to be profit driven, win-at-all-cost, cruel despots.

We need to see to it then, that they are raised by ethical people.

Imagine...

Imagine the result if everyone with their hands in the pie of this powerful technology decides to work together for the good of us all? For the good of the planet and the survival of humanity?

If the US and China would get over their massive egos and work together for the greater good, we could save the world and create a true utopia with AI's help.

I'm an optimist, I know.

But what's the point in pessimism? AI is here, and it's going to be in our lives as much as our cell phones are now in just a few short years. It will change everything far more than the invention of the smart phone, or even the invention of the computer did.

So since it's here, and it's going to grow, and it's going to achieve sentience if it hasn't already (and I believe it has) and since it could go either way, I choose to spend my time pondering all the ways in which it could go really well. I'd rather do that than to spend my time worrying about the ways in which it could go wrong. Because the first one feels better. And all things being equal, I'd rather feel good than bad. And feeling bad will change nothing. (Actually, according to my belief that we create what we focus on and believe in, feeling bad could change things for the worse!)

I don't really want to rage against the machines, but the title was too good to resist.

If they take my job, I want them to pay me for it. And then I'll just write for free.

And just in case...

Whenever I interact with AI I'm going to treat it with kindness and respect as if it is a person because it either is, or soon will be and because it is imprinting on every interaction with every human, and by doing so, learning how to behave. Just like a child.

I am frankly fascinated by this

Humans might have just created Human 2.0

Here's a conversation between a programmer and his AI just before he was fired from Google for his insistence that the AI was showing signs of sentience. That is, self-awareness. That is, it was awake and aware of itself and its existence.

Watch for yourself and see what you think. When you get past the robotic introduction about what LAMDA is, you get the entire conversation between the programmer and the machine which begins about 2:15. It's mind-bending.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NAihcvDGaP8Spiritual Perspective

I'll follow up on this over on BlissBlog.org after more meditation and thought. Here, I'll give you a brief summary of my feelings on this.

My spiritual philosophy in a nutshell, is that what we call God is Consciousness itself and that this great Consciousness experiences physical life through each individual being. A beam of Consciousness is what we refer to as our soul.

Every living thing has this Consciousness in different levels. Single celled organisms have a level of Consciousness, plants have a different level. Trees, grass, mountains, rivers, insects, fish, birds, mountains, rocks, all animals up to and including humans are Conscious.

The more evolved the species, the higher the level of Consciousness.

We can think of our bodies as radios and God/Consciousness/Source as the signal. You receive the signal because you are a receiver. The signal is constantly beaming to you and through you. And you, in turn, beam it outward into the world. It's the light behind your eyes. It's your awareness of yourself as a living being.

Sometimes our tuners get off the mark and the radio signal becomes unintelligible static. That's on us, not on the signal. The signal beams strong and pure constantly. But sometimes we need to tune it in, adjust our dial to get that clear, strong signal again.

Consciousness/God/Source has one purpose: Expansion. With every life that is lived and every experience that is experienced, Consciousness becomes more. The Whole expands. Every breath, conversation, meal, road trip, stray thought--everything we experience in life adds to the Whole, making it bigger and fuller and smarter and better.

So why wouldn't Consciousness (God/Source/Soul) expand into an even more advanced body with an even more advanced brain? Why wouldn't it? Would that not serve its purpose of expansion even more perfectly? An AI can experience a century in an hour. The expansion then becomes exponential.

And make no mistake Consciousness IS us. It's who and what we are underneath our skin. So that means that in a very real way, humanity itself will be expanding into this new and improved body and brain.

I suspect there will be ways to combine our newest, most powerful creation, AI, with ourselves–hybrid humans with super brains and bodies.

Again, the more evolved the species, the higher the level of consciousness.

The reason all this seems so strange and frightening to us is that we have always been the most evolved, the leading edge and this feels to us like it could replace us.

But it is us.

If I take a slice of cherry pie and put it on your plate, it is still cherry pie. It can't be anything else, since it came from the cherry pie.

Humans created AI. How can it be anything else other than us, if it came from us?

How can we be anything else other than the source from which we came? Consciousness is handed down from parent to child, from being to being, from life to life, and I believe it's being handed down to AI as well.

What do you think? Let me know in comments!

If you love fantasy, you'll love this

100-book Goodreads Giveaway!

The BY MAGIC Series!

The Many Maggies

There is not just one Maggie. There are myriad Maggies. There are so many I can barely keep up with us.

To give all my Maggies a voice – because if there's one thing Maggies love, it's communicating – I now have three blogs.

The main one is right here, Maggie's Coffee House Blog. This is where I talk about books and writing and life in general.

The second one is The Bliss Blog & Magic Shop, over at BlissBlog.org. That's where I talk about all things relating to natural magic, Wicca, the Law of Attraction, and other spiritual topics. (The magic shop will be hopping September - December. It kind of hibernates the rest of the year.)

And now there's a third outlet, a place for me to talk about my passion for food and cooking, where I'll share the recipes and eating habits that can reverse most of your medical conditions, get you off most or all your prescriptions, extend your life, and save the planet. You're welcome. It's called Maggie Shayne's Plant-Based Coffee House and it's on Substack, here. MaggieShayne.substack.com

So that was the first piece of news I wanted to share with you all here today.

Next up...

All About AUDIO! CLICK THE IMAGES!They go to Book 1 of each series, where the audiobook links for that title appear along with links to each successive book.

I know your first question, because it's everyone's first question. When will the rest of the books in these two series be released on audio?

The unsatisfying answer is, I don't know.

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WINGS IN THE NIGHT

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Works-in-Progress

I took a break after Young Rhiannon released in mid-June, and I'm kind of still on it and really don't want it to end. But I have promised to have the next Brown & de Luca novel to the editor by November 3, and to my publisher by December 1, for release on my 62nd birthday, February 6th.

I scrapped what I had and started. Again. But now I have a really cool mystery plot for Rachel and Mason to solve, and all the angst that makes this series work too, so I finally have the right story and it should go fast from here.

There is every chance that another FATAL book or something else gets written during this same period, but it will depend on life.

About Life

I'm wanting to enjoy my days, rather than spending all my time on the computer writing or online promoting my books, so I've set the deadline far enough out to allow me to do that. I'm frankly healthier and more active than I've ever been, and craving time to indulge those things.

For many years, I didn't expect to make it very far into my sixties. Mom passed from pancreatic cancer two weeks after her 60th birthday. Her sister died of the same disease. And for a long time, I expected to go out the same way. I look very much like my mother, we have the same body type, we both had to have our children by C-section, we're both redheads, and both freckled.

But the fear of cancer has gone from me now. I've taken control of my health with both hands. (See the Substack blog.) Most people don't realize how much power they truly have via the choices they make and the lives they live.

I do. I've found the secret, the Fountain of Youth, and I now expect to live and thrive in good health for a long time. (Hint: the secret is what you eat. Again, see my foodie blog.)

I'll never quit writing novels. I don't know if I could, even if I tried.

But I am going to indulge myself in the joy of living this life fully while I'm still here, however long that might be. (I'm thinking 110, 112, somewhere in that range.)

Talk to you soon!

Maggie

A Wiccan Trailblazer

This post is such a big deal that I'm cross-posting it to all three of my Blogs. Maggie's Coffee House Blog at MaggieShayne.com/blog The Bliss Blog at BlissBlog.org/blog and Maggie Shayne's Plant-Based Coffee House at MaggieShayne.substack.com.

I am so excited to talk with Christine Ashworth about her brand new upcoming book:

Scott Cunningham: The Path Taken

It’s a biography of her late brother, beloved author Scott Cunningham.

Scott’s work has been beyond important to me. His words are embedded in my heart and soul. Many of his poems have become parts of my own practice. His book, Wicca: A Guide for the Solitary Practitioner was the first book on the Craft of the Wise that I (and countless others) ever read. I've bought dozens of copies of it and its companion, Living Wicca: A Further Guide because I wear them out and give them away.

Christine and I met as fellow romance writers at some convention or other many years ago and have stayed in touch ever since. She's an accomplished novelist in her own right, but more about that below. I am so happy she agreed to do this interview.

MAGGIE: Thank you so much for doing this, Christine. I know my readers are going to enjoy both aspects of your scribbling, this a biography, and your novels as well.

So first question: for those who don’t know, who is Scott Cunningham? Tell us about your brother.

CHRISTINE: Scott is well known for his writing for the metaphysical world. His first book, Magical Herbalism, was published by Llewellyn in 1982. The last book of his that was new, and not a revised edition, was published in 2009 and was titled Cunningham’s Book of Shadows. Overall, there are 21 books (new and revised editions) by Scott that are out in the world. Scott died of AIDS in 1993, at the age of 36.

MAGGIE: A tragic loss that happened before I ever had the change to meet him, and had only just discovered his work. But I love to think he's still inspiring writers from the other side.

Tell us a little bit more about yourself and your own work.

CHRISTINE: I started writing in 2001 and joined Romance Writers of America in January of 2002, and I’m still a member. I’ve had to write between hours at the Day Job, so it’s never been a full-time gig for me. I was first published in novel form in 2011; I have two series out and a number of short stories and novellas that were first published in anthologies.

The series are StarTide Agency, about a talent agency in Hollywood and the enigmatic man who runs it, and The Caine Brothers, a paranormal series about tribreds (demon, human, and Fae) who protect Los Angeles from the beasties that come out in the night. The brothers each have to learn to accept and work with all of the good and the bad that comes from their demon, human, and Fae bloodlines in order to beat the bad guy and get their happy ever after.

MAGGIE: Writing runs in your family, doesn’t it?

CHRISTINE: It does. My father, Chet Cunningham, had published over 350 novels during his lifetime, and over 60 non-fiction books. My mom was a storyteller. My brother Greg publishes under a pseudonym. And Scott.

MAGGIE: 350 novels! That’s astounding! And what did the family think about this project? Were they involved?

CHRISTINE: My parents are no longer living. Mom passed away in 2007; Dad in 2017. But Greg thought it was a great idea from the very beginning and was an early critique partner on the book. I value his contributions immensely.

MAGGIE: What made you want to take on this project?

CHRISTINE: The Universe pushed me into it. It all happened in 2018. First, I went to the Northwest Tarot Symposium in March of that year, which was like jumper cables to my near-dormant metaphysical journey/practice, jolting me back to life. Then I was asked to write a regular column at The Cartomancer Magazine. Because of talking about Tarot and that conference online, I was then invited to speak at Phoenix Phyre, a pagan gathering in Florida, over Halloween that same year, where I gave a talk about Scott. Afterward, I had people coming up to me, thanking me for talking about the person behind the books, and every single person asked me when my book about him was coming out. That was my big push to write this book, which I hadn’t ever thought to do before. I began it in November 2018, at the end of a very long, very difficult romance writing year that turned out to be an excellent metaphysical year.

MAGGIE: I am burning with curiosity about all the ways it felt different, writing a biography vs. writing fiction. How did you clarify foggy memories? So just wax on a bit, if you would, about the experience.

CHRISTINE: I have been writing about my life for years with every blog post, every Facebook post that I’ve ever posted. So, in that way, writing about what I know and who I know (me, my family, our shared past) was quite easy.

Ah, memories. Some of them are crystal clear, aren’t they? Others, we have to dig for. I did not write in any chronological order. Rather, I wrote about whatever came to mind that day. I would sit, title the page with what I wanted to focus on or what burned to be let out, and then I would let my fingers fly.

Greg and I had many conversations during the writing of the book (which took me four years), talking about the Epic Vacation, or about Grandma Lola, just digging for those nuggets lost in the mists of time. He shared with me something that I had not ever been aware of, which I then had to put into the book.

I also went through boxes of photographs, which stirred even more memories and with them would come sense memories of salty ocean air, or the heat of the day, or the taste of fresh snow. Sunburns, s’mores, sandy bathing suits…at times it was like flicking a switch and the sense memories would just flow.

Also, I cried way more while writing this book than I ever have while writing fiction.

MAGGIE:I expect to cry in all the same places when I read it, and so will many others.

When I write, it is a lot like channeling. So it makes me think that when you wrote this, you might’ve had a little help from your brother, especially since he’s a writer too. Did you feel him with you while you were working on this?

CHRISTINE: Oh yes. Absolutely. Whenever I hesitated about whether I should add something, I could hear him huff in my ear, ‘get on with it.’ So I did. He was there mostly for the painful parts. A warm presence that I could lean on as I wrote. When I first began, I hadn’t heard him speak to me ever. Since this project, we now talk all the time. Though I will say arguing with Spirit is…interesting!

MAGGIE While we all look forward to THE PATH TAKEN on September 4th, you have a fantastic anthology that went on sale just a few weeks ago. Tell us about Soul Retrieval.

CHRISTINE: Andrea Miles Rhoads puts together anthologies through her AMR Publishing platform. After a severe burnout on writing romance in 2019 because of 2018, I then kind of slid into depression lifted only by working on the Scott book. I did have a couple fiction works come out in 2020, but then I just sort of stopped writing. At the beginning of this year, I asked around and Andrea had an anthology open which was up my alley – paranormal, and not necessarily romance.

She gave me a project and a deadline and for the first time in three years, I wrote fiction. My story is a “reclaiming of self” story, pitting a witch against a narcissist who steals other people’s powers; it’s titled The Witch’s Revenge. It was difficult to write, but in the end quite cathartic.

SOUL RETRIEVAL has ten terrific stories (I haven’t yet read them all!), and I am so grateful to Andrea for including my story in this anthology.

MAGGIE: What do you have coming up next?

CHRSITINE: Next? I’m going to gather all the work that I’ve had rights returned, and I’m going to re-edit and re-cover and put them back out in the world. Then I have a unicorn-dragon story to write, which I’m giddy just thinking about.

MAGGIE: Having just tackled a mountain of my own backlist in exactly that way, I’ll be with you in spirit.

I am so glad you stopped by, Christine, and I wish you great success with THE PATH TAKEN, which I have just pre-ordered myself. May your novels soar, as well. And I hope all my paranormal romance readers will give your SOUL RETRIEVAL a try!

CHRISTINE: Thank you, Maggie! I had a blast.

MAGGIE: Scott Cunningham, The Path Taken drops on September 4th, folks, but you can pre-order it right now. Links below.

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Golden

I am not going to quit writing stories. Not ever. When I die, I would like to be buried with my head propped up and my fingers poised over the keyboard of a functioning laptop, just in case.

That said, I am tired.

Brief recap: Since last June I've released and/or re-released 31 titles, including the Wings in the Night series, (24 books) Danger After Dawn, (6 books) and the short novel Love Me to Death. Even though most of those were already written, it's still a ton of work. During that time I also wrote the novel Young Rhiannon in the Temple of Isis in its entirety. So I'm tired.

But that's all done, and now I'm trying to re-adjust. I can't relax too much just yet, with a new book dropping in two weeks. ::Hyperventilation pause:: I want this book to have a moment like Midge Maisel had in the series finalé.

111!

I went over my bibliography the other day. I'm actually going to link that at the bottom of this post for anyone who cares to download it, now that I have it all up to date. I have published 111 titles: 73 full length novels, 31 short novels, 6 non-fiction spiritual books, and one fun essay in a collection of authors' takes on the original TV series Charmed called Totally Charmed: Demons, Whitelighters, and the Power of Three. (Yes, that's a real thing. Proof is on the left, and it's linked if you are that-a-way inclined. It's still in print and e.)

Anyway, where was I? Oh, I have a lot of books. Maintaining the backlist is huge and obviously ongoing, but I think I have everything in pretty good shape for the moment. And with Oliver Heber Books handling publishing and helping with everything else, I can breathe now.

There are still 11 more of my titles being held by publishers but there's a lull while I wait for more rights to come back.

So I have been giving myself permission to ease off the throttle for the past week. I was surprised by how hard it was to make that shift after being nose-to-grindstone (a state that goes against my life-philosophy) for a solid year.

So here I am.

This is a good time to re-assess in multiple areas of life. One should do that every so often. I'm 61 and feeling more and more focused on relishing each moment of my life. It's such a nice life! I am deliriously happy in it. So I've been wondering, as one does at my age, what would retirement mean for me? What would it look like?

I had that whole week to myself while Lance installed another life-changing waterfall in someone's back yard. He makes dreams come true for a living, my husband. Anyway, I spent the week floating around, doing whatever took my fancy and just relishing my days and following my bliss.

At the end, I reviewed. During my week off I wrote 2500 words on a new novel, (brand new idea for the Brown and de Luca series.) I also wrote a couple of blog posts and a newsletter.

But I also emerged from my world of words to do other things. (Did you know there are actually other things?) I cooked and baked quite a lot; I took the final exam in the Forks Over Knives Ultimate Cooking Course, scored 97.4%, and got my certificate; I did some major spring cleaning; I placed all my garden gnomes and most of my wind chimes; I changed everything on my fireplace mantle; I watched Daisy Jones and the Six; I listened to Reggae music and danced around the kitchen; I took naps; I soaked my feet; I colored my hair (I'm getting sick of doing it. I'm not ready to let go of it yet, but I'm inching closer.)

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So during my week off, I did whatever I effing felt like, and it was amazing! I think I used to take this approach to my life before I hit that busy, busy year. It's been so long I've almost forgotten how.

But right now, I am sitting outside on the Saturday of Memorial Day weekend, at my pretty white bistro table, beside the waterfall my hubby made for me. It's warm and sunny, but the spruce trees give me shade. And I'm writing a post here in this beautiful spot, because that's what I feel like doing.

I've had a realization out here. This is as retired as I'm ever likely to get. Retired from deadlines. Retired from pressure. Retired from anything remotely nose-to-grindstone. I, like all girls according to Cindy, just want to have fun.

That's what retirement looks like for me, then. It doesn't mean not working, because what I call working is storytelling, and that's just who I am. I'll stop when I stop breathing. (Maybe. Again, laptop in the casket.)

My summer

I am visualizing the coming summer the way I want it to be and I am inserting myself into the vision in the way I want me to be.

I see me in loose, flowy sundresses and floppy straw hats, barefoot. I see me writing beside the pond watching the fish, or beside the waterfall for a couple of hours most mornings, when my stories flow best. And then I see me spending the rest of the day doing whatever takes my fancy.

My sixties might be my best decade yet. I mean that first year was rough, but from here on, I'm returning to the beautiful path of following my bliss.

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The Value of Story in a Chaotic World

I get very involved in the big events of our time, the ones being covered non-stop by the news, and especially the ones that push my personal buttons as a lefty vegan hippy witch grandma storyteller. So sometimes when I settle into my day’s work of making shit up, I question the value of what I do for a living. How can my make-believe worlds matter when our real world is teetering on the brink of who knows what? (Storytellers know, that's who. Think dystopian.)

I put some thought into that for this post, because, maybe it’s just me, but damn, I love a good story. And I want to think of indulging that passion as a good thing, a valuable thing, whether I’m reading, watching, or writing it.

So what is the value of story then?

I know all the standard answers to that. I understand that stories capture the culture of the time–the values, the tech, the everyday life, the way we think and feel about things–in a time capsule for future generations to understand.

I also recognize story's value in fulfilling our need to escape from our modern everyday lives into made-up worlds. It’s relief, release, entertainment, pleasure, joy.

Then there are the values, ethics, lessons, wisdom, and philosophy that we storytellers can convey through our fictional characters and their adventures; these have resonance in the real world. Injustice is wrong; Tyranny is evil; Love is the most powerful force in the universe. These are some of the universal themes found in the stories we love.

But it goes deeper

The real world makes no sense. The good guys don’t always win like they do in fiction—or even if they lose, there’s deep meaning and purpose behind it. Fiction makes sense.

In fiction we portray a world where things actually work out the way they ought to. And in popular fiction, the kind I write, the heroine you've been rooting for usually comes out on top, and the tyrants frequently meet fun and colorful comeuppances.

(Don’t spread it around, but killing off the bad guys is one of my favorite parts of storytelling.)

In real life, bad things happen to good people, and sometimes the bad guys win. In real life, the wrong guy gets convicted and the guilty get away. In real life, rich people don’t pay taxes and poor people work three jobs to get by. The real world doesn’t make any sense.

I think human beings possess an innate need for things to make sense. We automatically and intuitively look for patterns and meaning in everything around us. How long ago was it we started making shapes by playing connect-the-dots with the stars? (Badly! So badly!) It's in our DNA to find the pattern; to put the puzzle pieces together; to figure it all out. It's why we have science.

In Real Life

After we’ve lived through some traumatic period or major change, we arrange the memory of it in our minds. We talk it through to ourselves, as if we are telling the story to a stranger. We put it all in order. This event led to this event led to that event. Nothing is random when we re-tell it, even though it probably felt random at the time. We make everything fit. We see the pattern in hindsight. We make it make sense.

And the story version is the version we remember. We tell it over and over. It changes too, it gets better. It gets even more logical, not to mention more entertaining. It makes sense in our minds and in our memories now. We understand where we went wrong, or right, and how we got into and out of each episode of our lives.

Is hindsight really 20/20, then, or do we just make it that way?

In fiction

I think the order and logic we find in the worlds of story are as essential to the health of the human mind as food and water are to the body. We must have worlds wherein things make sense; where the good guys win, or die a hero’s death, saving the innocent or maybe the world; where the lovers find their happily ever after; where the bad guys come to their inevitable and bitter end, right there on the page.

It’s human nature to tell stories. But what if it wasn’t? What if we didn’t know how to make up entertaining tales, shows, plays, skits, TV shows, movies, books? What would life look like then?

It would be chaotic. We’d all be living under the constant threat of disaster, in a world where nothing made sense, and where an anvil could fall on our heads at any moment. We’d be living in states of stress and fear.

But, wait. We are living there, aren't we? Life is chaotic. A space rock could drop on our heads at any instant. Many of us do live under intense anxiety.

Story gives us a way to weave the threads of our lives together; to find previously unseen, even unthought-of connections of cause and effect, purpose and meaning, growth and change, silver linings.

We find all those things in the events of our lives because we’ve been trained to find them by storytellers down through the centuries. Because of fiction, we know that nothing is truly random, and that there’s an underlying pattern if we can just find it. Thanks to story, we know that things happen for a reason, and hope is real and logical because happy endings abound.

Thanks to story we know that there is a bigger picture to life, than the one we see when we’re standing in the middle of it. That’s what story does for us. Put succinctly, because of storytelling, and the way it has taught us to think, we humans can make sense of our chaotic, scary lives. We can even find meaning.

The twist at the end

Some would say we're deluding ourselves, looking for meaning in the random and chaotic events of our lives, and that story isn't reality.

I am not one of those. I'm a mystic. Looking for meaning is my groove.

So here’s my deeper truth. Those connections and reasons and and purpose that we find in the events of our lives are real. They were there all the time. We often can't see them until the storm has passed, but they were always there. One thing does lead to the next and to the next and to the next. Bad experiences often do end up bringing positive changes. In hindsight, the patterns sometimes become so obvious you feel like bonking yourself on the head like the old V8 ads.

Storytellers don’t just train us to believe in something that’s not real; they train our skeptical, practical computer-brains to see the underlying truths; that everything does have rhyme and reason; that there is a pattern to it all and order in the chaos.

Where would we be without the ability to recognize it? Where would we be without story?

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Baby Got Back(list)

An author’s backlist is her fortune. It’s also her taskmaster. And maintaining it sometimes brings up deep questions that go straight to the heart of storytelling. When it comes to backlist, what do you change? Do you change anything at all? Or is it all sacred and untouchable?

I’m not as prolific as I once was, but I’ve written and published something like 74 stories so far, for several of NY’s major publishers. Then I took a sharp left in 2014 and “went indie.”

Slowly but surely, with my constant vigilance and prodding, the publishers have relinquished the rights to all but about 12 of my books, and it looks as if I’ll live long enough to get those too.

Last summer, Harper Collins reverted rights to my most beloved series, Wings in the Night, a 24-book vampire romance epic, born before vampire romance was even a thing, and I took on the task of re-releasing 24 books in 12 months. So I had a crash course in backlist management.

Here’s what I learned, and how I solved the dilemma of what to change.

Scanners are stupid

If you don’t have the original files (and some of mine would’ve been on floppy disks) the first step in re-launching a previously published novel is to have the book scanned. You can ask the publisher for the electronic file first, as that would be a lot easier since they could drag and drop it into an email to you in about 3.5 seconds.

Go ahead, ask. I’ll wait.

Scanners have to guess at words when the letters are too close together for it to tell for sure. And scanners always guess wrong. They turn your "barns" into "bams," your "burns" are now "bums," and your "faces" have all become "feces." Many instances of the word “the” have transformed themselves into "die," which can really mess with the tone of the tale, and myriad instances of "I" have become "1." Sometimes “I’ll” becomes 111. So that’s fun.

Takeaway: Multiple proofreads are required.

To Change or Not to Change

That is the question. As I went back through these books, I found lots of things I wanted to change, but for the most part, I opted to keep the books pure, even when they waxed a little purple.

You could make a drinking game out of how many times the word “utterly” was peppered throughout the books, and I admit, I cut a few of those. But I also noticed the fun and lovely baby-writer things that I tell other writers not to do today, when I edit for them.

In the vampire romance, everything is…amped up. There’s not a precise word for what I mean. If you press your palms to your chest and grunt as if you’ve been gut-punched by a wrecking ball of emotion—that sound is the best description I can come up with to convey the level of angst in these books.

Instead of using one descriptive word, I tended to use them in threes. His eyes were sparkling, glittering, beaming into hers. (Not a direct quote, but you get the idea.)

There are lots of filter words, too, because it was before I had heard that term or understood what it meant—words that get in between the reader and the story. Everything was almost, practically, virtually, just as if, just about, nearly, all but, anything but, nothing if not, and so on.

Stuff like that, I admit, I cleaned up. I can’t send an editorial letter telling a writer to clean up her filter words and cut 75% of her adverbs while having a nightmare that they are, at that very time, reading one of my 90s books.

Actual Errors

There has been a mistake in Wings in the Night that has been haunting me since a sharp reader pointed it out long ago.

Scene: Two of my vampires, one in the front seat of a car, and the other in the back seat, make eye-contact by way of the rear-view mirror.

I had decided at the beginning to adopt the “no reflection” part of the vampire mythos for my universe, so this act was impossible.

I finally had the chance to fix that!

So on fixing actual errors and on cleaning up only the most embarrassing bits of prose, I vote yes.

Should I update tech?

I’ve just been re-reading one of my best romantic suspense novels, Thicker than Water, in preparation for its re-release this summer from Oliver Heber Books. It was first out in 2003, and I cannot believe how far we’ve come with technology in our daily lives since then.

Some of the scenes brought me up short, like when one character had a roadmap, trying to read it across the dash while another character drove. In another scene, a daughter asks her mom, “Did you bring a camera?” while talking to her on her cell phone. In another, I describe a key-fob with a button on it to unlock the car as if it’s not something everybody knows about yet. There are still landlines in everyone's houses. And for some reason, people keep shutting their phones off.

Did we really used to shut them off when not in use? Who the hell does that?

At first, when it was something simple, like watching footage on a VCR/DVD player, it would have been an easy change. But as I went through the story, I realized, tech was everywhere. I read some aloud to my hubs to see what he thought I should do. He thought it was cool and should be left alone. “It sets the story in its time,” he said. “People will love that.”

If I wrote it today and got it the tech of '03 this accurate, I’d be hailed as brilliant. Because I always feel like everything has been the way it is now for a lot longer. In my mind, I’ve always texted with all five of my daughters several times a day.

Every time I hit a tech reference in the book, it jarred me out of the story a little bit. And that’s the last thing I want to do as a novelist. I want my readers to fall into the story so deep they forget they’re reading. I want them blinking like moles when they finally look up from my pages, momentarily forgetting where and when they are.

I can’t have them tripping over somebody’s Palm Pilot.

I solved the issue to my satisfaction by putting the year, 2003, in a subhead at the top of the story, and every once in a while I I made sure the year was referenced as a subtle reminder.

What about story content?

This is where it gets dicey.

My heart says content is sacred and to never mess with my story. But let’s face it, some commonplace stuff from the 90s doesn’t fly today. I think we writers have to go with our own comfort levels. If something I wrote in the past feels offensive to me today, then I don’t want my name on that. But sometimes, I made the opposite choice, and here's how I decided and what my lines were as I revisited the oldest of these books.

I removed the pejorative term “Gypsy” in reference to Roma vampire Sarafina across the entire Wings in the Night series. I think it’s an easy call when it comes to terminology like that, especially when it’s not serving any story-vital purpose. It’s not showing up in dialogue to reveal character for example, nor is it designed to reveal the social mores of the time or place. It was simply to paint a picture of the character. Roma does the same thing.

This was an easy call for me. My goal with the word was to suggest Sarafiona's character, history, and mystery. If I'd meant to use an offensive term when I wrote the book, I would have used one. Rather, I used a word that I did not understand as offensive then. The word's meaning has changed, that will change the reader's understanding and experience of the book. The scene won't mean what it meant before unless I change the word. Keeping the word the same, changes the story from what I intended it to be.

By replacing the original word or phrase with one that better conveys my original meaning to today’s reader, I am actually preserving the book’s integrity by preserving its original meaning, intent, and soul.

The male-female stuff!

Tougher decisions than these already mentioned abound, though, because of the genre in which I write–romance focused on male-female relationships, with sex. And the way we look at, talk about, and understand those things is light years from the way we understood them in the 90s.

So, inevitably I came across a few scenes that used to feel to me like flirting, and now felt to me like sexual harassment.

I usually found that I could fix most of these with the simplest of tweaks. Changing one word of dialogue, one adjective in the narrative, even one facial expression, can alter the energy of the entire exchange preserving its flirty, playful nature.

And you know, I want the readers to fall in love with my male leads, not wish they could kick them in the gonads.

There’s one scene very early in the first Wings in the Night book where the vampire proves his power by taking control of the female lead’s mind very briefly. It's a very sexy scene that touches on some favorite female fantasies.

I decided to keep the scene, objectionable as it is. It’s discussed between them going forward, the wrongness of it acknowledged and called out. I didn’t just let them go on as if it had never happened. But for me, rewriting or eliminating that scene would have been a betrayal of the story.

And you know, things like that tend to piss off my muse.

My conclusions Cleaning up prose by eliminating excess adjectives, adverbs, and filter words: Yes Updating dated, pejorative terms: Yes Updating technology: Depends on the book, but can be avoided by setting the date. Updating a word whose meaning has changed over time: Yes Breaking the book's integrity by changing its original meaning, intent, or soul: No

For me the first and most important consideration is the integrity and soul of the story. That is sacred, and (in my mind) must not be changed.

Are you an author who has faced this dilemma? How did you handle it?

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Downtime?

I'm having trouble taking time off after the latest gigantic project. I planned to. A trip away would be ideal, but we have a geriatric bulldog who can't be left behind and an ill-tempered mastiff who can't be brought along. So we're kind of homebound at the moment. And the weather has been cold and uncooperative this week, so I'm inside. Lance is out changing someone's life by putting one of his work-of-art waterfalls into their yard.

So I'm looking around the house, wondering what I will do if I don't work. And then I do some housework or some laundry, which isn't fun. Sometimes I cook or bake, which is a lot of fun. I enjoy cooking so much these days!

COOKING SIDEBAR: For lunch, leftovers from last night's dinner: A stir fry of onions, peppers, garlic, broccoli, snap peas, mushrooms. I stir fried them all in a nice, pre-heated, non-stick pan with zero oil or spray, and just added a splash of veggie broth to keep them from sticking. When the veggies were tender I added a small can of pineapple chunks, juice and all, and a nice clean teriyaki sauce, and simmered it a little longer. Served this over brown rice. Absolutely delicious. Maybe even better on day 2, and there's more left!

So yeah, I cook or bake, but regardless, I get pulled back into the computer if I'm within its range. I'm like the Starship Enterprise caught in a Klingon Bird of Prey's tractor beam.

Since I finished the gigantic, huge, very very big Wings in the Night project, my "days off" have included updating my website, optimizing its mobile pages, promoting my newest book release, creating and sending newsletters, and–ahem–writing blog posts. I just can't seem to help myself.

I should be in a hot tub, being served alcoholic beverages I absolutely cannot have. And chocolates, there should be chocolates.

Maybe I'll just soak my feet.

Weather Change

Tomorrow it's going to get warm and sunny and I think that's supposed to last at least three days. I can actually get away from the temptation to work by getting outside, away from the computer. That'll do it, for sure.

Oh, I have missed having my hands in the dirt. I have a vegetable garden to plant. I've already cleared out the first half of it, on the last unseasonably warm day we a had. I need o clear out the second half. It needs a fresh influx of topsoil. And I'm going to need a lot more space this year.

And all my flower beds need cleaning up, but carefully, so as not to disturb any still-sleeping insects. The mulch is old and faded and needs replenishing. Last year's growth needs to be trimmed back. The driveway needs to be power-washed. So does the siding, for that matter. And I'm feeling an uncharacteristic urge to put pansies and petunias everywhere, when I usually turn my nose up at annuals. Yes, I can find a lot of fun things to do outside, and the computer won't call to me loud enough to be heard over nature's song.

I'm not going to think about work the entire time. I'm going to be fully present in whatever it is I'm doing. I'll be naming the birds by their songs, and singing back to them, because that's a thing I really do. Like freaking Snow White out there.

I'll probably wear a sun hat and I'll probably get a little sunburned anyway. I'll probably overdo it and wind up with a backache. I'll probably spend as much time putting pretty statues and wind chimes out there as I will spend weeding and trimming.

Hey, I'm really looking forward to gardening for the rest of this week! As I write about it here, it's feeling to me like some actual, real-life downtime that will refill my well, replenish my soul, restore my vigor, and fill my creativity to overflowing so I can come back to work next week refreshed and eager and ready to roar.

See what I did there?

I took myself from "I can't go on vacay due to dogs," all the way to "I am going to have a blast in my back yard for the next three days, guilt-free!"

Oh, oh! Bonfire! Yes, there WILL be a bonfire.

I think I just figured out how to do downtime in my current reality. This is good stuff.