There’s ice on the puddles, but still it’s early spring.
It’s been a long winter for most of us. I haven’t had the plague hit my family, thank the gods, but I think everyone’s been touched by that and the US political upheavals of the turn of the year.
But I’m halfway through a draft of the fourth book of my series, and this one’s going to have an angel in it.
You know the old adage that you need to get your characters in trouble as fast as possible, in a book? Since I identify with my characters, it often feels as if I’m getting in trouble as fast as I can. Luckily writing a book is good trouble to be in.
Yesterday I sat down with a dear friend who is vastly knowledgeable in cosmologies and got a brain dump, and the Garden of Eden (as seen through a gnostic lens) came up. Emphasis on snake.
This is the reading from two of my favorite decks this morning. (The decks are Laura Tempest Zakroff’s Liminal Spirits Oracle and the Secret Dakini Oracle.)
Trouble is brewing…
It’s out today, my lovely book, the third of the Tales of the End Times series: The Way to Witch Farm.
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Today is Samhain, the Witches New Year, and a full moon besides that. My coven and I will scry tonight, looking forward to a future that may yet be bright. In honor of the holiday, here’s a Samhain excerpt from the book.
“Now we will make offerings to Hekate, Dea, and the ancestors, asking for their help.”
The line started forward. Along the altar, the attendees moved from one incense burner to the next. Hekate received a blend containing mint and aconite, Dea patchouli with rose, the spirits mugwort and sandalwood.
The red sun rose like a portent this morning.
On the West Coast, California, Oregon, parts of Washington are burning. My country is falling apart.
May cooling rains contain this fire.
And if my country can change this much this fast—maybe it can change this fast for the good.
Another world is possible.
Another book is on the way, possibly as early as Samhain.
This morning, early, roughly at the new moon, I finished a draft of book three. The working title is The Horned God, but that’s only a working title. (There’s a lot of other Horned Gods out there.)
I’m exhausted and proud. I think I’m going to take a bath and let the sense of fulfillment sink in.
My first editor is a demanding one. But I’ve been writing! I’m nearly done with a draft of the third book!
I’m in the middle of the third book, in the belly of the beast. This one is a little harder to write than the last one, more like The Queen of Heaven’s Daughter. I’m breaking new ground. I hope to make a push over the holidays.
The ancient Celts celebrated Samhain as a weeklong holiday, when ghosts walked and no one made war. I figure I’m just outside the orb of Samhain now—late harvest, time to cull the herds, though around here we only get the occasional mouse.
Potato, who as we see is practicing to trick-or-treat as Queen of the Fey, is looking through my costume supplies to see which fairy wings suit her best. Although she’s not above gnawing on the wings either.
As for me, I did my reading (of The Deer Stalker, in Seattle), and attracted a small crowd, and people bought books, and that was good!
Now I’m trying to figure out the next book. I’m sort of ruminating on or rolling around in research about ancient Sumer (again)—sort of like Potato and her wings.
