The Madness of March: An Acceptance

Right on the heels of a fantastic Women in Horror Month, I’m plunging into the Madness of March.

What do I mean by madness?

I typically identify myself as a dark fantasy writer. Or a mystery writer. Occasionally, even as a romance writer. But this short story? It’s neither.

It’s Steampunk.

If you’re unfamiliar with Steampunk as a writing genre, you can find out a little more about it here.

So here’s my official announcement: My short story “The Clockwork Gin” is available in the anthology Gadgets: Dreams of Steam III, the third book in the award-winning Dreams of Steam series published by Kerlak Publishing, Inc.

What’s it’s about? One for my friends calls it a Steampunk Gone With the Wind. And it’s set in my hometown of Charleston, South Carolina instead of the usual Victorian England setting.


here are the covers: Dreams of Steam III  Dreams of Steam III-back


It’s available in print and on Kindle.

Women in Horror Month: An Acceptance

As mentioned in my prior post, February is a month of celebrations.

One is Women in Horror Month.

I’m celebrating by reading work written by some fabulous female authors.  And by shamelessly promoting one of my own dark fantasy shorts.

My Voodoo short story, “Rhythm” is featured in Sirens Call Publications Issue 07, celebrating Women in Horror Recognition Month.

A young man travels to Haiti to seek revenge on the woman who wronged him. But he isn’t prepared for what finds him there. You can download a free copy of “Rhythm” here:

I dig the cover art, too.

Download it free!
Download it free!

Holiday… Celebrate

February is a month of holidays, many more than I will name here. Like many people, I would take the holidays off from work without thinking about the reasons behind them. Probably because I was in dire need of one myself.

A holiday. A real vacation.  One where I did what I wanted. Even if that was nothing.

Most of my vacations in the past have been around various holidays— Thanksgiving, Christmas—where my focus was on taking trips to visit family or planning meals or straightening up the place. (Cough – Wish I could pay someone to do that last thing.)

But rarely were they a real vacation devoid of the “must do” I place on myself. The “I don’t give a damn what is going on in the rest of the world because I’m happy” time.

I’ve been so obsessed over getting it done. The short story, the novella, the novel… I hadn’t taken a break. While I’ve rested physically, my mind was constantly churning with the next idea. The next plot… And how I was going to do it all.

So I took a vacation from everything. Even my writing. I went to England for a week.

I toured a cathedral and walked cobblestone streets. Explored Madame Toussaud’s waxworks and the Sherlock Holmes museum.

I walked hand in hand with my boyfriend along the cliffs and listened to the sounds of the sea, the gulls laughing overhead.  Kent_Pier

Found myself giggling at the antics of meerkats at a wildlife preserve.

Who has food?
Who has food?
And I rested. My mind took a break from its usual paces I put it through. It was wonderful.

When I got home, I let my body adjust to the time. I didn’t immediately jump on the computer.

What I found was the ideas began to flow again. For the first time in a long while, the words just came to me. I didn’t have to think about them. When I showered, the words of the characters sounded in my head. When I was making lunch to take to work, I just knew how I was going to get them a bit deeper into trouble.

I even wrote a blog post. (Yeah, it’s been a while.)

My advice is this: take a holiday.  Even if it’s just a break from your usual routine. Have a latte instead of your usual coffee. Add mushrooms to your spaghetti sauce. Anything to change it up.

I can’t tell you when.  Only you’ll know when you really need it.

Now I’m off. I’ve got writing to do.