Under my other name, Book & Candle (Meridian Book 5)—a witch forms a conditional alliance with a veteran demon hunter to find her friend, who was taken by succubi—is available for preorder. This one involves contractual obligations, itching spells, and older characters, though still a significant age gap. It was great fun to write a powerful character in an unusually vulnerable position, and I hope it’s just as enjoyable to read.
My horror poem “Dunce,” about a child forgotten in a corner, is available to read for free in Memento Mori Magazine‘s free newsletter, Morsus Vitae, here.
Had a doctor’s check-up and had a long talk (which I greatly appreciated) to determine where I go from here this year on my health journey. I don’t anticipate the blood tests will show much improvement in my problem areas, unfortunately, but at least I have a path to take for some of my other issues that I can’t afford to push off much longer, even if I hope they’re not something too bad. Based on prior experience, I’m probably fine (in the sense that my issues won’t harm me, even if they’re not the most fun things in the world), but your body’s warranty runs out at thirty-five, so I can’t lean on that assumption anymore.
Whether or not I’m successful at finishing up the DRI and Masque edits before the end of the month, I’ll be signing up to work for Instacart. The gig economy is not ideal, of course, but I need money flowing in instead of out (not least to cover medical costs), and I actually like grocery shopping, so it may be a good fit. I’ll be easing into it in February, figuring out my best schedule and hopefully not venturing too far from home.
Works in Progress:
I was supposed to start editing the Dracula reimagining, but I’m having a hard time focusing. I’ll be trying again today and shooting for finishing in a week and a half or less. Honestly, though, I’m not sure what the inauguration is going to do to me.
However, I did manage to write two pieces of flash, both of which got sent out to their respective submission calls in good shape, so it was still a productive week.
Books I’m Reading:
The Fisherman by John Langan Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier Sister, Maiden, Monster by Lucy A. Snyder
Things I’m Listening To:
Christmas playlist Dracula soundtracks
Things I’m Watching:
101 Dalmatians (1996) 102 Dalmatians Grotesquerie series (finished) Celebrity Jeopardy series Grey’s Anatomy series The Equalizer series Found series The Irrational series Abbott Elementary series Home Town series White Collar series NCIS series CSI series CSI: NY series Columbo series Broadchurch series
Poem of the Week:
there aren’t as many stars anymore i have to squint to see more than haze or shadow on the moon maybe it’s how much i drink or the long long days maybe i’m just tired or maybe the sun wants to sleep come inside my darling the light is getting dim
“Full” is up at the Crystal Lake Patreon for the Shallow Waters Flash Fiction Contest, themed Murder of Crows. It’s a creepy-crawly post-apocalyptic meal for the starving, available to read for the $5/month tier and up, which also buys you voting rights. There are some really good pieces, but they feel criminally underread this month.
My gross, pink horror story “Indigestion” also came out this week in the Last Girls Club Spring Equinox 2024 issue. There’s a print version, but here’s the link to the .pdf version.
Works in Progress:
I passed the 20K-word mark with Shadow & Song (Meridian 7). I still go back and forth as to whether I like it, but anhedonia is a real thing I deal with on the daily, and some of the changes I made do improve the story and give me a reason to continue. I think I’ll know by the end of the month whether this version story is going to work.
I took a day off from working on S&S to edit a bunch of the new poems I’d written this month to put them on my availability list and figure out which ones I could use for a chapbook that I submitted earlier this week.
Books I’m Reading:
Midnight Blue-Light Special by Seanan McGuire Killing Time by Russell C. Connor
Things I’m Listening To:
Fleurie Evanescence Singer-songwriter playlists
Things I’m Watching:
The Abyss X Renfield Baskin Buffy the Vampire Slayer series (watchalong) (finished) Angel series (watchalong) CSI series CSI: Vegas series CSI: Miami series Spring Baking Championship series
Poem of the Week: (throwback from March 2022)
typing through lines driving through signs swallowing all the wine sleeping subprime such a dreary crime wasting all this time
Question Not My Salt is becoming more and more real. It has its own Goodreads home, with an enthusiastic early 5-star review from Horror Reads. I know reviews are for readers rather than writers, but it’s the first written review I’ve had from a stranger under this name, which is exciting.
Among the highlights: “I was not prepared. I read the synopsis, yet, I was NOT prepared! This book is like the Texas Chainsaw Massacre meets Hannibal Lector on an episode of Master Chef. […] It doesn’t take long for weirdness to turn into outright horror though. I won’t be providing details because that’s a ‘pleasure’ you need to read about for yourself.”
QNMS is a short, vicious, relentless, hopefully fun ride. To endure it is to enjoy it. In the Dollhouse was easy to write but emotionally difficult, while QNMS was a blast to write and edit, and it’s received such good feedback so far.
As you probably know, preorders are an important part of determining a book’s success. Extreme horror isn’t for everyone, so if you’ve got squeams, check the Content Warnings, but if you liked Texas Chainsaw Massacre (original or spicy reboots), the Hannibal series, and The Menu, QNMS should be a delight.
Here’s the preorder link. I wrote QNMS in March and edited it in July and then finalized it for Christmas, so although it’s about a Thanksgiving feast, it can be read at any time. Or you can save it for Thanksgiving, if you want.
Works in Progress:
It was a struggle, but I finally got all the short fiction for this month done. I’ll edit them in dribs and drabs as the deadlines approach and between other projects. Don’t get me wrong. I wanted to write them. My brain is just tired and my attention span is shot due to burnout.
But now I’m in editing mode on the novelette Hear You Scream for an upcoming submission call. While I had to deal with some really bad cramps this week, that’s behind me, and I’m getting better at concentrating, at least on something that is Not Writing. Honestly, there aren’t a lot of edits in HYS. It was pretty tightly written from the start. I’ll decide at the end if I even need to give it another pass.
Once this is done, I’ll edit one of the short stories, then work on A Woman Alone edits for another submission call.
Books I’m Reading:
IT by Stephen King Midnight Blue-Light Special by Seanan McGuire Ending in Ashes by Rebecca Jones-Howe
Music I’m Listening To:
Christmas playlist Halloween playlist
Things I’m Watching:
Legion (late Christmas movie) Frozen (first watch, finally) Holidate The Grinch Holiday in the Wild Meg 2: The Trench Black Swan Silent Hill Great British Baking Show: Holiday Edition series (finished) Hoarders series (finished) Buffy the Vampire Slayer series (watchalong) Angel series (watchalong) White Collar series Transplant series Murder, She Wrote series
It’s the last issue of The Crow’s Quill, which I’m so disappointed about, but I’m honored to help close out this gothic zine with my weird apocalyptic slice-of-life story “The Sisters of Our Perpetual Wounds.” As always, it’s free to read. Usher in the end with us.
In addition, my climate horror story “The Behavioral Patterns of the Displaced Siberian Siren” comes out today with the highly anticipated Dead Letters: Episodes of Epistolary Horror from Crystal Lake Entertainment, edited by Jacob Steven Bohr. We had a beautiful review from Vogue Horror in which my story was given an amazing call-out. I made a funny sound when I read it.
Works in Progress:
I finished NaNo2023 by reaching my 150K-word goal exactly. Like, I finished the sentence and hit the mark around eleven last night. Then I finished the final edit of Avarice & Creed (Meridian 4), because I’ve been doing double-duty writing and editing again this last week. I am exhausted, my sleep schedule and tea schedule are off, but NaNoWriMo is over, I’ve written 150K words, and A&C is finished, so I can relax a bit. I’ll still be aiming for 5K a day when I’m writing, but I no longer have to do both.
Over the course of November, I finished the last 28K or so words of extreme horror novel In the Dollhouse We All Wait, wrote the entirety of erotic horror novella A Woman Alone, wrote a short story that I edited down to flash fiction, then wrote about three-fourths of erotic urban fantasy romance novel Tattered & Torn (Meridian 6) (order may end up changing). That was the aim for this month, to get a big chunk of work done. I plan to get another big chunk of work done this month as well, with a little grace. My hope is to finish Tattered & Torn, write about two to three short stories for calls, then write the next Meridian novel (I haven’t decided which yet). If I have time, I have some novelettes or long short stories that I want to write.
Then I’m just not sure what next year is going to look like. Unless someone leaves me a mysterious inheritance of a vast sum of money and a haunted estate, I’ll have to figure out something.
In the meantime, I received the first round of edits for Question Not My Salt, which is really exciting. Kenneth E. Cain and I have finalized the cover and everything, so I have at least one thing to be excited about in 2024. I can take a short break from writing while I apply myself to these edits, then dive back in until the next round.
Books I’m Reading:
IT by Stephen King The First Five Minutes of the Apocalypse edited by Brandon Applegate (finished) This World Belongs to Us edited by Michael W. Phillips, Jr. Midnight Blue-Light Special by Seanan McGuire
Music I’m Listening To:
Christmas playlist, of course. I have a vast and incredibly varied playlist full of old, new, traditional, original, all different shades of genre, which I think is the key to enjoying Christmas music. I think most people are sick of Christmas music because the same forty songs by the same people are played ad nauseum. You get a little more variety on Christian stations, but otherwise, no wonder some people dread the holidays.
Things I’m Watching:
A Cinderella Story: Christmas Wish Holiday Baking Championship series Holiday Wars series Celebrity Jeopardy series Irrational series (caught up) Queer Eye series (finished) Great British Baking Show series Kitchen Nightmares series Hoarders series NCIS series CSI series Dancing with the Stars series The Mentalist series
Poem of the Week:
feelings turn colors after a trauma
waiting for the mind to reabsorb and pressing on the bruise
The Shallow Waters Flash Fiction contest voting is underway. If you needed Halloween to last longer, the Trick ‘r Treat theme will ease the transition into the winter holidays. Voting ends Monday.
And speaking of winter holidays: If you like to listen to your fiction, my cryptid story “Footprints” is officially up on The Other Stories podcast (free). It was inspired by Christmas in the Ozarks, so it’s perfect to ring in the new spooky season.
Works in Progress:
Starting tomorrow, I have to return to double duty by doing the last-look edit for Avarice & Creed (Meridian 4) for my other name. First-round edits were relatively easy, and the last look should be even easier, but maintaining the 5K-word-per-day goal is hard enough without adding onto it, and I’m already exhausted, my routine thoroughly off. I pushed the 150K-word goal to be stressful on purpose so that it was the equivalent of difficulty that other people have with the typical 50K-word goal, and with the expectation I’d have to do some editing, too. But I’m running out of oomph.
However, after a few days of pulling teeth to determine how I liked this newest Meridian novel that I’m working on for the 150K goal, Tattered & Torn (Meridian 6), I started over from a different perspective and at a different point in the story, and all of a sudden it started flowing better. It’s still not necessarily my favorite of the Meridian novels, but I’m enjoying myself a lot more. I’m presently at 39,014 words for the novel and 115,094 words for the whole month.
I can make it to 150K words. I can do it. Then, although I’ll keep with the 5K/day goal, I can stop writing if I have to edit. Which is good, because Question Not My Salt first-round edits are swiftly approaching.
Books I’m Reading:
IT by Stephen King The First Five Minutes of the Apocalypse edited by Brandon Applegate This World Belongs to Us edited by Michael W. Phillips, Jr. Midnight Blue-Light Special by Seanan McGuire
Music I’m Listening To:
Halloween playlist Fleurie Maury Yeston’s Phantom Carter Cathcart’s Possessed – The Dracula Musical Dracula: Swing of Death by Jorn Lande & Trond Holter Moulin Rouge! movie soundtracks Reanimate covers by Halestorm Prince of Egypt soundtrack Piece by Piece by Kelly Clarkson Dreaming Through the Noise by Vienne Teng Enchant by Emilie Autumn Enchantment by Charlotte Church Encore: Movie Partners Sing Broadway by Barbra Streisand Closer by Josh Groban dont smile at me by Billie Eilish Dream With Me by Jackie Evancho Mother Earth by Within Temptation
Things I’m Watching:
The Wolfman The Messengers Solace Holiday Baking Championship series Great British Baking Show series Buffy the Vampire Slayer series Scream Queens series Kitchen Nightmares series Good Bones series (finished) Hoarders series NCIS series CSI series Dancing with the Stars series White Collar series The Mentalist series
Poem of the Week:
I know your face. I know your name. I know the tread of your shoes and your awkward gait. I know the shape of your spine when you finish. I know the scritch scritch scritch of your nails on my shoulders. I know where you walk, eat, breathe, sleep. I am the monster under your bed, reaching for your hand, your face, scritch scritch scritching your floorboards. Look over your shoulder and stumble into an open grave. How wide are my eyes now, killer?
After a few weeks of nothing, some nice Halloween treats.
Contract is signed and other authors are sharing, so I guess I can say that my short storm horror story “The Glitter of Bile” will be published in Cosmic Horror Monthly in the new year.
“The Last Ride of Sutton Purnell” won a flash fiction contest from Flame Tree Press based on the theme ‘Nightmare Avenue.’ It appeared exclusively in their newsletter this week, but it should post to their website soon, too. Once I have that link, it will be free to read. It is absolutely gruesomely gross body horror, if you can stomach it.
The Crystal Lake Shallow Waters flash fiction contest theme for this month is Horror on Board (Boats/Ships/Subs), and my story “Arms Race” posts next Wednesday. It’s $5/month to read and vote, but it’s worth it to have a new themed anthology every month.
Earlier this week, I completed my fiftieth short story of the year! They range from micro fiction to novelette, so it all averages out.
I’m also on the short list for several calls that I’m crossing my fingers for.
Finally got to talk to an orthopedist, and she’s not alarmed by the strange overexertion, so I’ll try to endure it until I can get in to a physical therapist, who should be able to help the re-tear heal, then help me get back to a regular gait, and then the overexertion should calm down, in theory. I’m still getting quotes from PT facilities.
But in more pleasant news, I crossed another thing off my to-finish list with Nine Perfect Strangers. And I found a ten-dollar bill on a walk.
Works in Progress:
I submitted my short story collection, so now I have two short novels and a collection out in the world.
I finished the first edit of my other name’s Meridian Book 4 edits, and I’m well into the second, which always goes much faster. Afterward, I’ll palate-cleanse with a very short story or two, then jump into a pet project, probably In the Dollhouse We All Wait.
And in the midst of that, I do my daily flash poetry for the Crow Calls, a lyric poem every five days, and I’m working on an autumnal long poem for a seasonal poetry collection.
Books I’m Reading:
IT by Stephen King Discount Armageddon by Seanan McGuire The First Five Minutes of the Apocalypse edited by Brandon Applegate
Music I’m Listening To:
Halloween playlist Taylor Swift Fifty Shades movie soundtracks (never read the books or saw the movies, love the soundtracks) Fight Like a Girl by Emilie Autumn UNSECRET singles
Things I’m Watching:
The Addams Family The Nun No One Will Save You Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark Halloween Wars series Halloween Baking Championships series Outrageous Pumpkins series CSI series CSI:Miami series Buffy the Vampire Slayer series Scream Queens series Nine Perfect Strangers series (finished) Under the Banner of Heaven series
Poem of the Week:
i would never be accused of wallowing in my own sorrow but may i render this ground unhallowed with dripping salt seeping into the ground soil downhill of the cursed gallows from where the mortician carries my son to grave upon the morrow
I’ve been having trouble putting together this end-of-year list because of a deep sense of despair and hopelessness for this future, be it this year or five years from now. I recognize this as depression, partially situational and partially bad brain chemistry that I don’t treat with medication, just sort of learn to live with. As a result, I can build momentum without motivation, and I will proceed with plans made, but God, it’s hard to believe in myself.
2022 was the year that I finally gave up the ghost at the job I’ve been paying the bills with for eight years. My last day is next Friday, and even though it was my decision, I can’t help feeling like it’s a kind of failure that I couldn’t make it work. I suppose it’s like a bad marriage in a way. You know it’s best for everyone if you separate, but you invested all of this time that now feels like it yields nothing. And that’s where I’m mentally stuck right now, although I have general plans of pivoting industries and I have the privilege of a financial cushion.
I’ve tried to pivot before, and it didn’t go so well, so I’ve got that failure hanging over me to remind me that this may not work out. I have back-up options if that happens, but it’s still not the best personal encouragement for making such a big change.
Less depressing changes in my personal life include getting to watch my niece grow so much between turning one and turning two. She’s gone from being a baby to a little girl with opinions and personality, and being called Tía is strange and amazing.
I’ve also had a banner writing year because of a slew of poems and short stories sold, which is the kind of encouragement I needed and tells me that I’m doing something right. Between flat rates and royalties, I made over a thousand dollars, which is a milestone I’ve never reached before. Now, because of PUPPETEER professional edits, I spent significantly more, so I still haven’t made an actual profit, but getting paid pro rates on some poems and short stories is incredibly gratifying.
Because of quitting my job and having a block of unpaid months, I’m going to make it a point in 2023 to write and edit more with the aim of selling. I have a handful of longer works that need to be edited for submission, and I’m going to take my ‘sabbatical’ to do that as well as get some sleep (rest and rejuvenation).
This year didn’t produce any self-published novels because I had other deadlines to meet, but here are my stats for writing this year, not including the editing work done on those novels with an aim for self-publishing this year. Considering I never thought I could do short form or poetry well, I’m tremendously proud of my short-form writing accomplishments, if frustrated by how far behind I am on my novella/novel schedule. I also can’t thank Quill & Crow enough for seeing value and beauty in so many of my gothic and horror pieces in 2022.
– wrote at least one flash poem a day, including a 31-part long concept poem for December – wrote 15 short stories, 1 novelette – planned to finish a novel by the end of the year and start a new one, but dayjob required a lot of overtime and energy in December, so I’m almost finished but not quite – published 3 poems and 6 short stories, with more to be announced and published in 2023
Poetry:
“Goddamned,” Crow Calls: Volume 4, Quill & Crow Publishing House, June 12, 2022 “The Chase,” Crow Calls: Volume 4, Quill & Crow Publishing House, June 12, 2022 “An Empyrean Con,” Bloodless, Sliced Up Press, October 28, 2022
Short Stories:
“Resin,” Beyond the Veil, Ghost Orchid Press, February 9, 2022 “A Still and Weathered Stone,” The Crow’s Quill, Quill & Crow Publishing House, June 2022 issue “Tastes of Desperation,” Tales from Brackish Harbor, Quill & Crow Publishing House, August 13, 2022 “Lullaby,” The Crow’s Quill, Quill & Crow Publishing House, October 2022 issue “Wandering Lights,” Halloween Horrors, Black Widow Press, October 13, 2022 “Ragged,” The Crow’s Quill, Quill & Crow Publishing House, November 2022 issue
It’s my plan for 2023 to continue submitting new and trunk work to short story and poetry submission calls, but I’m going to focus more on long form this year, including completing some of my contracted novel work and wrapping up stories already slated for self-publication (with editors already paid for editing work on most of them). But anything else as yet unassigned for self-publication, I’m going to either try to submit to good indie presses (novellas and shorter novels) or find representation (longer novels). I may still self-publish for creative control, but I might not be able to afford to do it for a while because I’m saving for an associate’s degree.
Among self-published works coming out this year, I have PUPPETEER (Thorns 4); OUT OF CURIOSITY AND HUNGER (formerly THE VERY HUNGRY), a short creature feature novel; and DEAD ENDS, a collection of morbid and macabre poetry, most previously published on social media (so I can’t sell most of them), but some have never been posted before.
I’m sick to my stomach from blowing up my life with no guarantees, because I’m not a gambler and I much prefer a sure thing, but I’m going to press on anyway, because that’s just what I have to do and have always done. And I’m going to get some rest, because that’s what I need.
Here’s hoping that writing continues to be fruitful and fulfilling and that 2023 ends up better than it feels right now.
Not only do I have two poems coming out in Crow Calls Vol. 4, a short, melodramatic little story can be found in the June 2022 Melancholia issue of the gothic lit zine The Crow’s Quill.
I concluded 2021 with one of the worst work weeks in a bad year and started 2022 with period cramps—like, right after midnight. It’s a good thing I’m not superstitious, otherwise I’d consider it a bad omen. I think most of us agree that 2021 was the last in a trilogy of terrible years that I hope doesn’t have more in its series, but it’s hard to hold out hope these days. I just try to take it a week at a time. Looking too far ahead leads directly to despair, do not pass go, do not collect $200.
However, in spite of the tint of my pessimism glasses, I do have to admit that even a year that tipped toward the bad side of the scale doesn’t necessary have nothing on the good side.
My niece was born at the end of 2020, so we spent 2021 watching her grow. I’m neither maternal nor particularly nurturing, so there aren’t going to be children from my line, but I love that little girl, and getting to see her in person and in pictures and video was the main highlight of my year.
On the writing side, the highlight was publishing the third book in the Thorns series, BLUEBIRDS, although that series is still under most people’s radar. I keep at it in case it crops up later and because I don’t like unfinished things, plus I like this universe. I did my first editing pass of PUPPETEER (T4), cutting the bloated 219K words down to 183K. I’m on the second editing pass now and shooting for under 170K words, if possible, before sending it out to editors and beta readers.
The rest of the writing side was a bit shaky. I tried to write the DRACULA reimagining scheduled in the spring, but I made it about 75K words before I realized it was Not Working. Instead of finishing it and hoping to clean it up later, I wrote myself so deep into Not Working that I had to just stop. When I try again this year, I’m going into it with an outline and an adjusted style for the video epistolary, so we’ll see whether that works.
With the failure of the reimagining attempt, I was a bit at odds with my writing, so I decided to take on a novella—something shorter that wouldn’t hurt as badly if I had to stop. I finished writing creature feature short novel THE VERY HUNGRY at the end of May. I’d originally conceived of it as a short story, so I decided to see if I could recreate that feeling in my head. I came to the conclusion after several starts and stops that some things that play as a movie in one’s head doesn’t always translate to the page, because movies can show rather than tell in such a unique way not available to written narrative. However, after the fourth try, I managed to write a short version, although it’s too long for most anthology calls. I’ll see what I can do with it in the future.
Trying to write the short story version of THE VERY HUNGRY, however, triggered something that I hadn’t planned on for my year. After years of assuming that I wasn’t a short-form writer, I actually ended up writing for a number of short story anthology calls. I do have more stop-restarts than I do for novels, which is frustrating, but at least you don’t lose as much time when you stop-restart after 6K than 75K words. Not counting a few pieces of flash fiction, I wrote 15 stories of 1-15K words. Some of them were too long for the calls and had to be put to the side for now. Of the ones I submitted, some received personalized rejections (which is a good thing), and one of them was accepted! “Resin,” my queer horror-tragedy short story, will be published Feb 2022 in Ghost Orchid Press’ BEYOND THE VEIL.
In addition to short stories this year, I tried my hand at poetry. I’ve always tagged my song lyrics as ‘not a poet,’ because I always felt pretentious as hell writing poetry before, although I’d done a few pieces over the years. I didn’t feel I deserved to call it poetry, much less call myself a poet. But the gothic/horror prompts from Quill & Crow Publishing House inspired me, so about mid-July, I took the plunge. Ever since, I’ve been posting flash poetry daily on my Twitter feed, and I found my voice in it so that I don’t feel pretentious anymore (most of the time). It’s a lot of fun, just trying to create a feeling or image and play and paint with words on a micro scale, and two were published in Quill & Crow’s Volume 3 of CROW CALLS.
Writing both short stories and poetry was a bit like learning a new language, and for a few months after starting each, my brain lit up from all the new imaginative muscles flexing. They’ve since settled, but it was still quite a creative high.
For NaNoWriMo, I planned to take a break from editing PUPPETEER to write a few long short stories or novelettes. I had a list of about three or four I intended to finish during the month. Little did I know that the first one, HOSTILE TERRITORY, would turn into another short novel. So that happened. It needs some work and will probably be a novella by the time it’s trimmed down, and I still have some things I’m not sure about with it. But at least I don’t need to scrap it like the DRACULA reimagining. Just another story to store in the trunk until I can tackle it again.
On a personal level, I didn’t lose any more weight. In fact, I gained a little during the holidays. However, I did get off of my insulin-resistance and cholesterol medications, and the holidays are almost over, so hopefully I’ll be able to get back down to a more manageable level. I’ve come to accept that I am fat and will always be fat at every size, and nothing short of devastating illness or cosmetic surgery is going to change that, so I have to focus on my health rather than my size to avoid disappointment.
I don’t really have personal goals for the year. Like I said, if I try to look much farther than a week, it’s not the greatest feeling. I’ll stick with writing goals, although even that hasn’t been without its frustrations.
In 2022, I’ll finish editing PUPPETEER (T4) and send it out. I hope to self-publish it by the end of the year, although I feel on shakier ground with it than the other four I’ve written. When that’s done, I’ll probably edit short novel THE VERY HUNGRY to prep for submission, although I don’t know where yet. Then I’d like to tackle WILDWORLD (T5), although there are still elements I’m unsure about, so I might need to do some basic outlining to figure it out. After that, I think I’ll block out some months for short story anthology calls and some of the shorts/novelettes on my list. Then I hope to revisit the DRACULA reimagining with a tight outline and see if that helps. For NaNoWriMo 2022, I’d like to start the sequel to UNDEAD ANONYMOUS, which was NaNo 2020’s project, but although I know how it starts, I still don’t know where it’s going, so we’ll see. There’s always something else to work on. My project list doesn’t really get shorter.
Here’s hoping 2022 has more grains of rice on the good side of the scale.