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Category: Pandemic

The Plague God is out!

Today, for Halloween (or Samhain if you celebrate), I’m releasing book 5 of Tales of the End Times: The Plague God.

In the new novel, the dangerous angel of the dark moon, Suriyel, has vowed to take revenge on Joanie. That revenge extends across all time.

During the Black Death, an earlier Joanie meets her lover, the angel Azazel, in a magic circle. But that magic inflicts destruction. In the here and now, Joanie makes a pact with the plague god Nergal, only to have pandemic threaten. In the near future, white supremacist militia capture Joanie and her friends. They escape across the desert, but someone gets left behind. Can the incubus-succubus Puabi-Ekur help them perform a rescue?

Through it all, Joanie’s angel and incubus stand to protect her—until one of them decides it’s too much.

Find a link to the book on Amazon, free for now on Kindle Unlimited!

The time in between

Bench in Pompeii

This bench in Pompeii, in a picture taken several years ago, sits in between visitors, waiting. I’ve finished a draft of book 4 of the series, working title Arise, You Rebel Angels, and it’s with beta readers. I’m giving myself a brief break between periods of writing.

I’ve always been fond of in-between time—when I was in college, going to my parents’ house and back on the bus, the passage looking out the window, watching the dark landscape go by, was one of my favorite times. No responsibilities, no set location. I’m in between also on vaccine status—two shots down, waiting for full immunity in June.

The eddy of time before a new current takes hold.

Early spring

Path with trees and power lines, early morning, springtime

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.

Distancing

Trees and azalea by my house I’m starting week six of my personal pandemic lockdown. For my day job, I’ve been working from home since early March, and I went into full social distancing mode mid-March.

I feel lucky I live in Washington, where the COVID-19 response has been relatively sane. And, honestly, for me as a writer, social distancing hasn’t been as hard as for some of my friends.

I’m an ambivert and thrive on getting a large chunk of time alone. I have to be self-disciplined, or I’d never get any writing done, so after a few days I’m not the person who stays in bed all day. (I’m also lucky my neurochemistry supports me here.) In normal times, the need to write means I have to sit on my social butterfly tendencies. Now, in this new, weird, loose time, it’s easier. Also my editor slipped one of my deadlines. A lot has been slipping lately. That feels good in some ways (I tend to be stressed; it’s good if I can relax and slow down) and bad in others.