.............................Free Reads
Still Waters Run Deep Part 5 by Siri Paulson
Payut comes home.
Still Waters Run Deep Part 1 by Siri Paulson
Payut is a peddlar, but once he was more. Part one of five of a fantasy serial.
.............For You...............
Still Waters Run Deep Part 4 by Siri Paulson
In an empty city, Payut finds much to fear. Part four of five.
Girls' Night Out by KD Sarge
Sometimes a girl just wants a quiet drink.
From Us............................
Lonesome Hearts by Siri Paulson
Aging folk singers and a town in mourning.
The Penitent by Erin Zarro
Some promises are not worth the price.
10 Facts About Grave Touched You Must Know
Since we're less than 2 weeks away from the release of Grave Touched, book 2 in my Fey Touched series, I thought I'd talk about, well, Grave Touched. So, for your reading pleasure, ten facts you must know. Like, now:
#1 - I started Grave Touched three years ago in June, right before I released Fey Touched (book 1). It went through three separate rewrites and countless revisions to become the story it is today.
#2 - The grave touched were originally zombies, but zombies were getting overdone. And I liked the idea of ghosts possessing people so they can have bodies again.
The Science of Myths
So, our local Museum of Nature and Science recently opened a new traveling exhibit entitled Mythic Creatures: Dragons, Unicorns, and Mermaids.
I'm going to let that soak in for a minute. Our museum of nature and science has an exhibit on mythic creatures.
Imposter Syndrome: An Update
Two months ago, I blogged in this space about my struggles with imposter syndrome – the sense that you're faking it and everyone else is more capable than you.
Two weeks ago, I attended a conference that was kind of eye-opening, and kind of healing.
It wasn't a writing conference. It was a gathering for organizers of English and American folk dance, my other current passion. I've been doing contra dance for about five years now, but hadn't been involved in organizing until last fall, when a volunteer friend talked me into taking the tiniest step: helping out with the Facebook page. Then this conference came up, a five-hour drive away, and he talked me into going to that too.
I took a lot of convincing – not because of the distance, but because of imposter syndrome. I'm not really an organizer, I said. I don't know the issues, let alone the solutions. I don't know what our local community has done in the past; I'm not even sure I know much about what we're doing now.
My friend finally convinced me that I didn't have to know everything to deserve to be at the table. So I went.