An immortal cosmic being falls in love with a mortal ship’s captain and loses her in the vastness of time and space.
Synchronicity is when the universe gives you pears. Character names and coincidence.
Life lessons from Stardew Valley: keep your spouse happy by saying one thing to them per day and giving them a blueberry.
My experience as a writer and human living in the often-illogical landscape of obsessive compulsive disorder.
Yup, that finally happened!
And I took a a picture of it in damp leaves. For proof. Because I don’t know, maybe you wouldn’t believe me?
(For the record, no books were harmed in the making of this blog post.)
Finally getting the print copy up was the impetus for relaunching the book last year, but it was the only part of the relaunch I didn’t get to–and this despite the fact that I had the files an inch from ready the first time around.
The response to this has been awesome–I’m not alone in my old school preference for print! (Even though I’ve definitely been enjoying my Kobo Clara the last few months!)
But even better than people buying the print copy? Reading it to my four-year-old. This started as a mandatory chapter per night before I went on to read Little Blue Truck or Phoebe and Her Unicorn (which is a much more awesome comic strip than you’d think from the name!), but it’s now turned into something she looks forward to, and she’s been asking a ton of great questions.
Anyway, you can grab a copy of the paperback here.
An interview with fantasy author Katie Zaber. Wine-making, writer-chaos, and visits to Stranger Shores.
Along with my Stars Fall Out revision, I’ve also been drafting Bitter Machines, the sequel(s) to Stars. Working this way has some pros and cons. Cons? Drafting a second, likely 200,000-word book takes a bit …
In this excerpt from Stars Fall Out, Vilari walks into her new life as the first-ever student of a mysterious, engineered magic, and finds that Professor Ghordaa lives up to the rumors. This is another …
It’s been a long, long time since I posted an excerpt (or anything else, for that matter) on the blog. In a figurative, internet-posting sense, I’m a terrible juggler; if I’m updating my newsletter regularly …
Because it’s not all beach parties and booze, and anyway, screw beach parties and booze.
What’s my reward for staring down my obsessive-compulsive disorder and going inside a Dunkin Donuts during the pandemic, rather than using the drive-thru?
Straws. As many freakin’ straws as I want. And napkins too.
