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.
Fantasy, Erotica, Horror
Category: Winter
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.
Here is Potato with the latest New Yorker, giving her opinion of the literary establishment. Unlike me, she and her sister consume magazines starting at the corners, leaving frilled and bitten edges like lettuce.
I incorporated my beta readers’ comments into book two. This has been a hard last bit. Snow stayed, hard-crusted on the ground—we still have icebergs of it dotted across my backyard. Winter also stayed, with short days, and Daylight Savings was just an insult. I am prone to seasonal affective depression, but usually not so bad as this year.
The white on the grass shows the first frost. Last year this time, it had just snowed.