We ran a Kickstarter during the start of the pandemic for our Year of the Cat books. One book featuring stories about cats, every month, for a year. The books are coming out now with stories from me and Dean and oh, other people, like Edgar Allen Poe and E. Nesbitt and Annie Reed and all kinds of fun writers. When we ran the Kickstarter, […]
As a homicide detective, Frank deals with violent death every day. And his reaction to those deaths kills him by inches. Until his most recent case forces him to take a long, hard look at his emotional state. The murder scene’s only survivor might hold the clues Frank needs to solve the case. It might even hold the key to Frank’s very salvation. “Little Miracles,” […]
Yes, as you can tell from the title of this, I’m stressed, busy, and a bit punch-drunk, without having any punch or alcohol. I’m running around like a chicken, trying to finish things before the Anthology Workshop starts on Friday. And then, I woke up this morning and realized (thanks to a kind DJ on the radio) that today is February 18. Which is… Release […]
Every time I log onto my Twitter feed, everyone is screaming at everyone else about something. Even my go-to writers are angry right now. I logged onto #Caturday last Saturday, terrified that the silly cat pictures had devolved into some kind of war between Siamese and tortoise shells, but I haven’t found that so far. Although this photo gave me a moment of concern: Granted, […]
The in-person Oregon Coast writing workshop ended on Saturday, and worked relatively well, considering all the things we had to do to deal with my unexpected need to remain here in Vegas. Some things worked as usual, and others didn’t. Surprisingly for me, I ended up as tired on Sunday as I usually am when I am talking with everyone in person. I think that […]
In last week’s post (titled “Bread and Cupcakes”) I talked about how businesses need to pick and choose their growth. In it, I discussed knowing when you have enough on your plate. I was talking on the macro level. Just because you can do something doesn’t necessary mean you should do something. This afternoon (Saturday April 14 as I write this), I got smacked with […]
After covering too many war zones, Joshua returns to his grandparents’ place to find the house neglected and the patio filled with cats. He wanted a refuge from the death he witnesses, but the cat yowls remind him of the cries of the wounded. No matter how hard he tries, the cats keep appearing.
So, he finally calls for help, help that proves a little weird, a little strange, but maybe just right.
“Still Life, With Cats,” by New York Times bestselling author Kristine Kathryn Rusch, is free on this website for one week only.
As a homicide detective, Frank deals with violent death every day. And his reaction to those deaths kills him by inches. Until his most recent case forces him to take a long, hard look at his emotional state. The murder scene’s only survivor might hold the clues Frank needs to solve the case. It might even hold the key to Frank’s very salvation.
“Little Miracles,” by New York Times bestselling author Kristine Kathryn Rusch is free on this website for one week only.
My cat died in June. He wasn’t just any cat. He was what Dean and I call “a heart cat.” We have cats whom we love and cherish, and then we have special cats—the ones who simply take over our hearts and hold them hostage. Galahad was the best of the best, and we had him for fifteen years.
I’m telling you this not to get sympathy, but because Gally’s death factored into my process this summer. I knew he was going to go at some point, but he went fast. Fine one week, gone the next. Not as fast as our Ella, who literally died in an instant (vet thinks heart attack or stroke) in February, but still, faster than expected.
That, on top of the deaths of several friends since the first of the year, some close and some not as close as they once were, left me reeling. I hadn’t realized how down I was until I figured out that my writing had nearly ground to a halt.
In fact, the one thing that kept me going was the schedule I had drawn up earlier in the year…
The entire neighborhood hates Wicked the dog. Wicked, the aptly named baggage that arrived with Ike’s daughter and granddaughter after they escaped his bastard son-in-law.
Wicked barks all the time—until the day he gets kidnapped, and the entire neighborhood spirals out of control.
“The Disappearance of Wicked,” by New York Times author Kristine Kathryn Rusch is free on this website for one week only.