I live!

Long time no post, right?

Without going into the level of detail where I’d violate a family member’s privacy, the last four years have been rough to put it mildly. There was the year I felt paralyzed. I couldn’t write anything. There was the year I went back to school (for a job it turned out I loathe) and was too busy to write consistently. Finally there were several years when the idea of writing anything for publication set off anxiety the likes of which I’ve rarely felt. Instead of writing for publication/profit, I spent my time in the safe embrace of fanfiction. But I am finally, finally ready to jump back into writing for publication.

Where I’ve been since 2020…

Comet’s First Christmas, the first book in The North Pole Chronicles, came out in December 2020. It tells the story of Claudia, one of the reindeer with the potential to join Santa’s team, getting a knock on her door on December first. Rudolph informs her that Wendy, the reindeer currently serving as Comet can’t fly this year, and Claudia’s being called up to join the team. With just over three weeks until the Big Show and no experience in the human world, Claudia is sent to New York City. Meeting the gorgeous elf Jillian, who is serving as her personal assistant stirs feelings in Claudia that she’s never experienced. Just as the women are becoming closer disaster strikes. Belief in Santa among the top percentage of the Nice List is suddenly plummeting, and no one knows why. Can Claudia overcome her anxiety and imposter syndrome to get the girl? Can they save Christmas? (Sweet lesbian Romantasy, no spice)

Blitzen’s Second Chance was published in 2021, and is the second book in the North Pole Chronicles. After the events of book one Percy (aka Blitzen), the Pole’s tech genius and resident nerd, is feeling awful. She wants nothing more than to stay at the Pole and obsessively monitor everything. Rudolph pulls rank, though, banning Percy from the Pole in order to ensure she relaxes enough to rebuild her Christmas magic. To make the banishment a little less painful, Rudolph provides Percy with a ticket to Boston Comic-Con. There she meets Scarlett, a fellow nerd who creates incredible cosplays. Their friendship takes a left turn in the Spring when Scarlett begs Percy to go to a family wedding as her (fake) “girlfriend.” The confusing line between their real and pretend relationship begins to blur as the wedding approaches. But all is not as it seems once they arrive at the wedding.

Both books are free on Kindle Unlimited, .99 on Kindle, and 6.99 if you prefer a paperback. I wish I could price the paperback lower, but that is the minimum that Amazon has set. In exciting news, I’ve begun audiobook production for Comet, and I’ll follow that up with Blitzen!

Upcoming Projects

2025

Over the next few months the audiobooks for the first two books in The North Pole Chronicles will drop. I am hoping to get the third book in the series out by mid-late November. That depends on how fast I can write and turn around the book with my editor. Fingers crossed! Otherwise that will get pushed to Fall of 2026.

2026

My first project of 2026 is going to be the audiobook for Lab Rats. I have a draft of the sequel, The Lioness and the Mouse, but there are edits to be done as well as work with a sensitivity reader. If I can get book three out this year, book four of The North Pole Chronicles will come out in 2026.

Beyond

I have a very spicy Romantasy MMF trilogy in the planning stages that I’m very excited about. Depending on how everything goes, I’m hoping to get the first book out in 2027 or 2028. Book one and the series will be called Born of the Fae. I expect that each of the books in the trilogy will be in the 300-400 page range (75-100k words). More on that as things progress-at the moment it’s a long doc of notes and plot points and a stack of books.

I hope you’ll rejoin me on my journey!

Quarantine Week 4

This isn’t how I meant to spend April tenth. It’s not how any of us expected to spend April tenth.

Some things haven’t changed since my last update. For example, homeschool is still the worst, although this was April vacation, which made me so happy.

Writing is still a challenge, but I’m getting caught up in Lioness all over again, and my excitement has allowed me to push past some of the things that make writing hard. The fact that this has been April break has not only lessened the strain of homeschooling, but it’s given me a lot of free time to write, too. I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I’m worried bout my productivity falling off again until summer. I have to get my kids through June fifth, and then we can FINALLY stop homeschool. (I don’t know what happens in August–we’re a hot spot that has had success with flattening the curve–Santa Clara County, CA–but that doesn’t mean that life will be normal in August.)

In my part of the country, toilet paper, paper towels, and baby wipes continue to be difficult to find. I was lucky enough to stumble over this package yesterday at a Walgreens, when I went to pick up prescriptions. But my family is just really lucky that we got our monthly delivery of toilet paper a week before quarantine and the run on toilet paper began.

I’ve been grocery shopping about once a week (down from my popping in every other day for just a few things here and there) and each time I go, things are different (apart from the tp etc shortage, which is consistent). I feel like in some ways things are starting to even out, but in others things are still in short supply.

I took this picture today. In the last week my grocery store has made aisles one-way to try to cut down on traffic jams. Of course, almost no one was obeying them, but I’m giving them points for trying to mitigate the spread.

They don’t allow you to take re-usable bags into the stores anymore. I had stopped using my bags, and had been feeling a bit bad about the waste of taking store bags until the stores banned re-usable bags.

Safeway has someone at the door–I think they’re limiting the number of people in the store at any given time. There are lines on the ground outside the store to wait to enter. But I was lucky today and there wasn’t a wait to get in. I read that Target, Costco, and Walmart are also limiting the number of people in the store at any given time.

Between living in Asia for seven years and still being in the slow buildup of local friends, connecting with my friends via text and call is nothing new to me. But the kids have had to learn all these new technologies (that they took to like a duck to water) and not every friend is available via every type of tech, and there are friends they just don’t have much contact with.

My eight year old and I came home from a walk to a note on our driveway from a friend of hers. So in the picture above, eight is drawing a message in reply. My eleven year old has also drawn a note on a friend’s driveway.

I have a ton of coronavirus memes and parody songs to stay entertained with, of course. This is a favorite of mine.

I sometimes (usually) write contemporary stories, and like many writers, that has raised the question of “do I include coronavirus in my romance novel?”

I have come down on the side of “not yet.” We don’t know how long this is going to last, what the impacts are going to be, and FOR ME it feels a little irresponsible writing it into my books. It’s writing from the center of the hurricane and you don’t know what the fallout will look like. It will be callous to put your long distance lovers story against high unemployment, a crashing economy, and a presidential race.

Related– because it’s an election year, there are Dem/Rep enemies to lovers stories, and that just feels gross. Sorry, your denying people’s humanity isn’t us having a difference of opinion, it fundamentally changes–lowers–my opinion of you. There’s no coming back from ‘women shouldn’t have abortions’ or gross statements about immigration or people of color or poor people. I care about people and you care about corporations–BTW so so glad the CRUISE SHIPS are going to get bailed out while college debts hangs over millions of heads, and erasing that debt would have a much bigger impact that saving floating petri dishes. So, you see, just as D/R enemies to lovers stories are just in incredibly poor taste, and I feel like coronavirus love stories are equally in poor taste.

So for now it’s just lalala, what pandemic? Which, honestly, makes writing a good escape, too.

How about you? How goes quarantine for you?

The impossible choice

Today’s MFRW 52 week challenge asks us to pick between reading, writing, and living.

Reading allows you to immerse yourself in a world. The “real” world falls away and you are sucked into a brand new world. If the book is written in the first person, all you read is I, I, I and it’s impossible not to feel like it’s about you. But even in the third person, you feel like the spy, sneaking into other people’s lives. Seeing their thoughts, knowing their dreams, and in the case of the romance reader–seeing the couple come together despite challenges and obstacles.

Writing allows you to play God. You decide what each character is like, you give them dreams and obstacles, and you create the world in which they live. Sometimes characters hijack your plans, but that doesn’t make it less fun. In fact, some of the most interesting content is generated when characters take over. It can be emotionally taxing though because, even more than when you read, you feel what the characters are feeling. Delilah broke down sobbing when she wrote the fight between Meg and RJ in Capturing the Moment.

And then there is real life. Let’s be real for a moment–real life can be fucking hard. Sometimes it’s awful. Sometimes we just need an escape.

But real life can be just as beautiful as the worlds you escape to. Doing Snapchat at a restaurant to keep a child happy is silly, but it’s a memory. Seeing a movie. Hugging a loved one. There are simple joys like your favorite song on the radio. Real life is hard, but it’s also beautiful as well.

All three share a common thing–they introduce you to new things. Why choose?

Is writing for fun, profit, or other?

Welcome to week 1 of 52 prompts from Marketing for Romance Writers.

This week’s question is Writing–Doing it for fun, profit, or other?

I’ve been telling stories as long as I can remember, so I’ve never been motivated by money. The problem with the word “fun” implies frivolity, and writing isn’t a frivolous act for me. I suppose that means I fall into the “other” category. Or at least I used to.

Turning professional has really exposed how much of writing is marketing, and how hard it can be to find an audience and to profit from your writing. Unless you’re Nora Roberts or Beverly Jenkins you can’t expect the money to come pouring in. So, sure, you can say you’re writing for the money, but I don’t know how long you’ll last if that is your motivating factor.

Is writing fun? Yes, although I hate editing. But when I get sucked into the worlds I’m creating and am in the story with my characters, I’m having a ton of fun (well, except when they make me cry, but even that is fun in its own way). I would argue that I wrote primarily for fun when I used to write drafts of stories, not really bother with editing, and then threw them up on websites like literotica. The comments stroked my ego, as did the numbers that told me how many people had read it.

The thing is that while writing is fun, there’s so much more involved with professionally doing it. You hold yourself to a much higher standard, you have beta readers, you go through drafts (don’t even get me started on how many drafts fucking Plunder has been through), and then you either submit to a company (who will expect you to market your own books) or you self-publish (which carries a lot of issues like formatting, making a cover, etc). It is time consuming and often draining. Marketing is where I struggle and, if anything, makes writing less fun for me.

So why bother? If editing is a hassle and marketing can be soul-sucking why do it for anything other than fun? I want to share my stories with the world, and I hope that I will eventually find my audience. I’m still a newborn when it comes to everything that isn’t writing.

I also don’t know how not to write. The stories grow inside me until I have no choice but to write them down. For me, writing is like reading–a compulsion, something as vital as breathing for me. I don’t know how not to do it. While I have taken breaks in writing, I’m still telling stories–to myself, to my kids, to the cats, whatever.

Why do you write?

Writing Conference

This weekend I am attending WorldCon 76. This is a writing/fan con, and the first that I’ve attended as an author. I’m looking forward to classes like

  • Writing About Fighting
  • Self-Publishing 101
  • Young Adult: Looking at the World Through a Skewed Lens
  • Successfully Negotiating Book Contracts
  • New Ancestral Myths
  • Deep Dive: Idea Versus Story

I won’t have a post Friday or Monday because of the convention, unless there’s some downtime at the con.

This con is aimed primarily at Science Fiction writers, but it’s only twenty minutes away, and I can easily transfer the lessons to romance. And who’s to say I might not want to turn my head that way? I’ve already had a sci-fi story published in Coming Together: Among the Stars. So I’ve learned to never say never about a certain genre.

Signing up for this con and looking at the classes makes me so sad that I couldn’t go to the Romance Writers of America convention this year, and makes me determined to go next year.

 

Traveling, or how to get even less writing done

A few posts ago, I talked about how summer was going to be a tightrope walk in terms of trying to accomplish some real writing. Then I went on vacation with my daughters, but without my partner and learned what really getting no work done feels like.

Don’t get me wrong, I have no regrets. We saw Wicked and Anastasia (another example of changing a story without lessening either version) on Broadway, sketched in the Egyptian section of the Met, checked out the Bronx Zoo, and they climbed some big boulders in Central Park. There were girl/doll manicures and doll salon appointments at American Girl. They’re big fans of Christina Tosi on Masterchef Junior so we went to her desserterie called Milk Bar. They sulked while I made them take a photo in Times Square (#worstmomever). It was lovely.

New York was followed by a visit home to Boston. Which means seeing friends, catching up over dinners, hanging out with family, and generally having a wonderful time. I took the girls to the Museum of Science (a favorite location of mine and my husband’s), and on a Duck Tour of the city.

While I got zero writing done (even on this blog, apart from the pre-scheduled post), I’ve been left refreshed and ready to go. Apart from the minor inconvenience of surgery on Friday.

Bear with me–once I’m done with surgery, I’m all yours until August.

Summer

Tomorrow my baby graduates from kindergarten and the school year ends. This is a time of year that I am quite conflicted about. On one hand summer means that we don’t have to adhere to a tight schedule, and I don’t have to police homework or bedtimes. On the other hand, it is about to become immensely more difficult to get writing done.

June is actually almost a complete disaster, writing-wise. I’m going away with the girls on my own for two weeks to the East Coast, and then when we get back I’m having surgery. Nothing serious, per se, but I’ll still be out of commission for a week.

On the up side (?) my research for Plunder is coming along.

I’m on my fourth research book. I’ve read about ships, pirate myths vs reality, the history of rum, and now another book on pirates. I’ve had to go and correct an embarrassing number of things already, and it’s only the start. An example is that pirates did not wear boots. I have multiple books on race and slavery in the Caribbean, and I’m trying to think of a way to include those important details without either creating a white savior or ignoring them altogether.

As long as I can read and take notes, which I will be able to do, then hopefully I’ll be making some forward progress.

But the balance between family and work is going to go out of balance, and I’ll need to find a way to move forward. I get cranky and antsy when I’m not writing.

With the holiday, I’m only posting Tues and Thurs this week, and I hope to go back to Mon/Wed/Fri next week.

Petticoats and Push Up Bras

 

When I was in college, one of my jobs was to work as a costumed tour guide at The Boston Tea Party Ship and Museum as it was known in those days. I led a “re-enactment” of the Tea Party on a rotating basis with the other tour guides. We’d start off in a town hall set up, and then I’d lead them down a gangplank to a reproduction ship called The Beaver (yes, really) to a crescendo of throwing (Styrofoam, attached to the ship via a thick, long rope) chests of “tea” off the deck of the ship.

I also happened to be dating my boss.

No, I never had sex on the ship, but rumor had it that employees had gotten it on below decks.

Which led to the idea of a story set at my old workplace…Petticoats and Push Up Bras.

Here’s a snippet

My lips met Jeff’s hungrily as my back collided with the hull. I pushed Jeff’s tri-corn hat from his head so I could fist my hands in his thick brown hair. He parted his lips to let me explore uncharted territory, and his tongue teased mine as his hands traveled over my cotton shift.

Jeff broke the kiss. He gently pulled at the shift’s neckline. Peering down, he shook his head. “I don’t think they had blue lace bras in the Colonies,” he tsked. “No Ye Olde Felicity’s Secret for the maidens to shop at. I think I’ll need to check under your skirts as well.”

My breathing was shallow, as if I were still corseted. It was one thing to flirt and make out with Jeff, but entirely another to take it that far. I wavered, tempted by the pulsing between my legs. My relationship was on the rocks…

Footsteps on the deck above reverberated above us.

“Zombies!” I squeaked.

Jeff did a double-take, not quite stifling a snicker, “Did you just say zombies?”

Andrew’s voice echoed through the hull. “I think you’ll find this is a great location for your company party. We’ll do the full show, and then some of my actors can circulate while others serve hors d’oeuvres. This way.”

Jeff and I peered around the tea crates. Red high heels slowly descended the steps.

Jeff pulled me backwards, covering my mouth. “Shhh! There’s no reason for them to look back here. The interesting displays are out there.”

“What’s the big deal? We can just tell them we were closing up the ship,” I hissed, about to stand up.

He tugged me back down. “It’s not the first time I’ve gotten caught closing up the ship. Drew won’t believe you. C’mon, Hannah, please?”

2017: The Year in Review

It’s about that time of year again when we take stock of the year that has been and think towards the year that will be.

2017 was rough. I oversaw an international move from Singapore back to the US. I had fantasies of doing the full rewrite of Plunder during the two weeks my children were with my in-laws. That didn’t happen.

myths monsters mutations

Once I was ready to start writing again (aka my kids were in summer day camp for half of the summer/were both in school in the fall) I spent a great deal of time rewriting and expanding “For Love of Snow White.” from a few thousand words to over 10k. It was published earlier this month in Myths, Monsters, Mutations.

pirate 2

Now I’ve returned to working on Plunder, and I’m only at about the halfway mark. It’s expanded from 50k to nearly 60k, most of it written in the past month (or roughly 1/5 the amount in the NaNo challenge–such is life).

I’m learning to forgive myself for not writing as much as I think I should. I am not yet someone who can burn out 3-4k words a day, or even 2k. I need to learn that that is okay–that I have other commitments that will affect the ebb and flow of my writing.

That said, I am committed to finishing Plunder in 2018. I also aspire to write one to two reindeer stories as this is the first year in the last four where I didn’t write or publish one. I’m considering editing an anthology as well.

 

I write sex books

My older daughter, Athena (not her real name) in her first week in an American school made a new friend. The friend’s mom was volunteering for playground duty, and upon meeting Athena asked her what myself and my husband did for work. My husband’s job is innocuous–he’s a programmer.

“My mom writes sex books,” Athena tells her.

Fast forward to last week. I meet the mom for coffee–it’s my first time hanging out with her and I’m hoping to make a good impression. The story comes out after I said I write romance novels.

I am mortified.

That afternoon I shared what I’d learned with my daughter, and asked why she’d said that. I wasn’t angry with her, I just wanted to know why.

“That man is naked on your cover. He’s not wearing a shirt.”

She means RJ.

I asked her what she thought sex was.

“I don’t know.”

Cue my buying Sex is a Funny Word from Amazon, and asking her to say I write books, or I write romance books instead of sex books.

My friends have found this whole story hilarious. I am moving from mortification to amusement as well.