Some Updates
Edits for Abercrombie Zombie are sailing along. I hope to have a publication date soon.
The Zero Knot is nearing completion. This coming-of-age and coming-out tale explores relationships among friends, family members, and lovers. Because of that, it's one of the more complex stories I've written. It should end up topping 50k words. (The novel/novella could easily have been longer, but I didn't want to bloat it. I know how impatient I get as a reader when too many characters are introduced or a story meanders too much. A book tends to sag in the middle when that happens.)
The weather still sucks, for the most part. Between mild, sunny days are long stretches of cold and rain. Much of the time, it feels more like November than May, and our tomato plants as well as pots and planters full of annuals will either be covered up or dragged indoors for a few nights. At least the perennials seem unfazed. Mr. Jack-in-the-pulpit shot right up in our native-species bed and looks taller and stronger than ever. Wood violets and psychedelic creeping phlox are flourishing, columbine are poking up, and the wild yellow irises should soon be budding.
My petty grumbling about this rotten spring is invariably cut off at the knees whenever I hear about the tornado devastation across the Great Plains. In fact, much of the country east of the Rockies has repeatedly been threatened by tornadoes, and the season has barely begun. It's shaping up to be a wild-weather summer.
The Zero Knot is nearing completion. This coming-of-age and coming-out tale explores relationships among friends, family members, and lovers. Because of that, it's one of the more complex stories I've written. It should end up topping 50k words. (The novel/novella could easily have been longer, but I didn't want to bloat it. I know how impatient I get as a reader when too many characters are introduced or a story meanders too much. A book tends to sag in the middle when that happens.)
The weather still sucks, for the most part. Between mild, sunny days are long stretches of cold and rain. Much of the time, it feels more like November than May, and our tomato plants as well as pots and planters full of annuals will either be covered up or dragged indoors for a few nights. At least the perennials seem unfazed. Mr. Jack-in-the-pulpit shot right up in our native-species bed and looks taller and stronger than ever. Wood violets and psychedelic creeping phlox are flourishing, columbine are poking up, and the wild yellow irises should soon be budding.
My petty grumbling about this rotten spring is invariably cut off at the knees whenever I hear about the tornado devastation across the Great Plains. In fact, much of the country east of the Rockies has repeatedly been threatened by tornadoes, and the season has barely begun. It's shaping up to be a wild-weather summer.
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