I love this time of year, the soft edge of winter, with its milky blue skies. I’m reviewing proof for the next book, to be called Arise, You Rebel Angels.
It’s about this time last year—a little later, just after Thanksgiving—that I met the original of the angel that I call Azazel in this book. Mind you, angels are not a natural for me. I’m a daemon and spirit girl, mostly. But a beautiful fallen angel, who could say no?
I am looking forward to bringing my Angels book to you.
It’s been a long haul for all of us, and we’re not past the plague yet. And for those in the US, we see our country still enchained to its problems. I feel pretty winded, and I’m sorry I haven’t been more communicative. But I’m still going. I’m going to keep going.