I have no idea what this blog post will be about

Yes,  I am writing, and reading for my betas, and being a full-time mom. So I should have lots to talk about right?



I am writing, but I’m drafting and editing doorstoppers.  Long, detailed, slow paced novels full of twists and turns and characters that most people haven’t read, and which I haven’t published. So like.. I can post the funny thing that I wrote Brenda saying… but nobody cares.

i dunno

And I can’t spoil anything about my betas books, because well, not my books. Although I can plug their other work.

My friends

But as for me… I’m just doing my thing. Turning coffee and ADHD into words. It’s just not very exciting to talk about.




So the betas are all over Red Witch, and a few are even combing The Haven again. But these are dense books that require concentration… and Red Witch is still finding it’s way, and that’s a long complicated process that will take years to finish…

In other words,  I’m bored.


This isn’t to knock my betas and critiquers. They are plugging away, and doing a great job. This is a manifestation of my inability to wait with grace. Waiting for feedback so I can make the changes, minute and huge, that make a better book is basically torture for me.


So what to do? There’s always a need more Chelsea stories.



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But I have a bunch of Chelsea stories in the hopper already.

So I’m back to bored.


Editing is not my favorite thing to do. Editing my novels is significantly harder than my short stories and novellas.

But drafting is easy. Letting my characters out to play is much, much moer fun than cleaning up after them.

So I think I’m going to read a few chapters for a writing partner, and then I’m going to look up what Edie and Marley are doing in book three…




Because I’m trying to downsize my stress…

Here’s a blog post I did over the weekend. Read this if you need my literary musings.

I have a chapter to finish.




It happened slowly, and then all at once.


One day I was lamenting relearning to slow my prose, and the next I had a list of fifteen names for background characters that I knew I would maybe use two of during the actual writing.


It sounds ridiculous, but everybody who writes an epic has those lists. And because these are background characters that I use on the regular, they were all given a few characteristics and a sentence or two of backstory.

And when I finished this list, I  immediately got online and announced it to my epic fantasy writing group.


And I got cheered.


The beacons have been lit, The Haven has called for aid, and my fellow writers have answered.



If I had the slightest commitment to this bit, I would have changed Rohirrim to Betas.

Now I just have to finish the damn thing. Book One: The Haven is done. Book Two: The Red Witch… is still in the white room stage, the other four? We’ll get to it. I don’t have a publishing date, just the will to get this written.

And I finally feel like a writer of epics again.







The thing about wolves…

While very few people have read my first novel  (I pulled it down for editing… Kate is not an editor, as my long time readers know very, very well), most people who read this blog are at least passingly familiar with my shorts, novellas, and webcomic.



This represents my six faithful, long-term readers. You guys are my heroes!

I have a few themes that all unite and permeate my work: Found family, doing the right thing, and wolves.

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I chose werewolves who turn into wolves and not hybrids for a reason. And then there’s the Pack in my novels, who all have wolf tattoos.

Why wolves?

Why not?

Okay, in all seriousness, wolves have an intriguing and complex metaphysical existence in our culture.

Our ancestors were terrified of them, for good reason. While wolves are not people-eaters on the regular, when winters got long and hard, they would absolutely hunt people. And our livestock was always fair game. More than fair. Penned up animals can’t get away.

Wolf pack feed on moose calf

Wolves are also scary because we recognize ourselves in them. Not just a family structure that works together, but how they hunt. Wolves aren’t quite as tough as people, but they can do the same persistence hunting thing that we do. Tough bastard recognizes tough bastard.

But as we built cities and moved away from rural life, our fear turned to mysticism and respect. Suddenly wolves weren’t big and bad, but noble and wise.



Also, cute and fluffy

My personal fascination with wolves started in the third grade. My sister (Likely sick of me bugging her. The best way to shut me up is to give me something to read) gave me a copy of Julie of the Wolves.


Then in middle school, I played the Big Bad Wolf in ballet class for two years.

In high school, I discovered that neighbor owned a wolf hybrid, Sierra. Since he worked swing shifts, I happily volunteered to help him with his animals (he had a lot more than just Sierra). I learned first hand how shy, caring, and deadly a wolf can be. I’ve owned dogs my whole life, but you don’t know how scary a canine is until you see one run down a rabbit.

Dangerous, yet loyal. Beautiful and deadly, but also hunted and vulnerable. Family animals, that can and will take off on their own if they need to. Wolves are great fodder for the imagination.



Much fodder, such imagination

As an adult, I’ve maintained my fascination with them. My second tattoo was a wolf, and my husband about died when I ran through Paws and Claws, dragging our kids along with me) to find the howling wolves. Turns out they were Australian singing dogs, but yeah… I love wolves.

So, when I started writing about deadly people, who are little rough around the edges, but always come together when it counts, wolves seemed like the perfect vehicle to represent them.

When I created my werewolves, straight up wolves seemed felt more scary and realistic. Most people don’t recognize wolves when they see one these days. I didn’t recognize Sierra as a wolf. My neighbor had to tell me. I just wanted to pet the big, friendly, obviously Shepard-mix dog. So imagine a wolf, an animal that can run down a rabbit, with a human brain…

Yes, I do love me some wolves. Big and bad or noble and wise, or simple apex predators, they are fascinating creatures that shaped our world.

So, now that I’ve waxed philosophical on my favorite animal motif… I have editing to do. *eyes Red Witch with a sigh*













Hey Monday

Spent the weekend being beachy. As in, I went to the beach.



Only brought your bathing suit to the Washington coast? Don’t worry. Someone will lend you a sweater.

Unfortunately, my super-sensitive baby skin is my undoing. I’m having a nasty reaction to the sand lice bites. My feet are swollen, red, and itchy.


And I don’t handle anti-histamines well.

So, I’m going to finish writing the next Chelsea Childling story, and then I’m going to stare at the walls for awhile.






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Mondays mean webcomics!

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The first chapter of the web comic is almost finished. We have perhaps a dozen more pages to go. The number isn’t firm because adaptations need some flexibility. But people who know The Hunted can confirm that if Mina is on the trail, things are about to get hairy for somebody. And Mina is most definitely on the trail.


And the first of the month means Chelsea Childling!


As much as I am enjoying not having the monthly story published, or daily writing blogs, I’m still super stoked about these two series.

First off, Miss Ashley Jane is just fabulous. And she’s available for logos and other design work!

Secondly, I love that I’m keeping my short story skills sharp. Plus the additional challenge of writing completely human, non-magical people hunting monsters is a fun challenge. The newsletter goes out the first Monday of every month. So yes, you only have a few hours to sign up before you have to wait a whole month to find out what Chelsea is up to.

As for me? I’m about to start some dinner, pick some blackberries, and get some writing done!