I haven't written a blog in a long time. I suppose I've been busy or something. Some changes are coming. Which is funny for me to think about because I'm deep in the rough of Harrison's book and Harrison is not a fan of change. He doesn't like it. Even when it's inevitable and necessary. Because change can be painful. And messy. But the results can be truly amazing.
Released Tectonic into the wild last month. People seem to be okay with it so far. Deepest Blues is nearly ready for it's own debut. I'm looking forward to that one. I have many projects on the wait list and making more in my head. I have no idea when I'll get them all finished. I'll never be able to say I'm bored ever again, ha!
Went to PennedCon last weekend. It was probably the greatest trip ever of all time. My companions were fantastic and the new friends I made are stellar. I also realized that drivers in Iowa are complete dicks.
This trip was huge for me because I have a fairly severe phobia of transportation. Any kind, really. I didn't get my driver's license until I was 18. Driving in downtown traffic makes me break out into a sweat. I panic and get unbelievably lost. Which increases the panicking. It's not limited to driving. Coupled with my social anxiety it's a wonder I ever leave the house.
I really hate to be controlled, especially by my own issues. I force myself to do incredibly difficult things so as not to hold myself back from having an adventure. My sister and I drove all the way to St. Louis. Just us. With only two (small) panic attacks, we made it no problem. I even drove all around St. Louis the morning we left looking for coffee and had no issues at all. It was a big deal for me. Huge, in fact.
So this is my update. I'm skimming over quite a bit of it. Like the part about Kellcie being totally kickass and Penny Reid making me laugh so hard a little bit of pee came out. And how Angie is even prettier in person, and Bria's hair is amazing and she's very clever which means I could stare at her and listen to her all day long. Or about the books I bought based solely on the fact that a man was holding a gun and a soft pretzel. Or how I'm officially on the Jamie Fraser train (why, oh why has it taken me so long?!). But I only have a minute to get this down. Then I'm off to finish Harrison's story.
I see a lot of authors talk about their work space. The writer's cave, Bria has a tree house, Laura disappears into her mind palace. I thought that I should name my work space. But I couldn't come up with anything sufficient. See, when I'm writing it's a lot like standing on a tiny lip jutting out of a sheer cliff face. I'm holding on by my fingertips for dear life as the wind tries to tear me from my small slat of safety. And yet, I can't help but notice that the color of the sunset is completely different from up here. I love it. So I suppose I have a writing cliff. Well then.
Also, you can catch me once a week over at another blog where I'll post something completely boring every Friday. msjblogandreviews.com I will leave you with this picture that we'll call a teaser for Harrison's book ;)