I fucking love today. I don’t know why, exactly. Part of it’s because Close to Home is out, and that’s fun. Also, it’s fall. I fucking love fall, y’all. I love the wind and the chill and the leaves on the ground. I love raking leaves, I love the grass getting just slightly greener because the sun doesn’t burn up all the soil within five seconds of the sprinklers shutting off.
I love writing in the fall. I live in California, and folks with more extreme weather patterns mock us for our lack of drama, but fall is dramatic everywhere. (So is spring, naturally, for my friends in the Southern Hemisphere!) The first novel I ever revised, I revised in fall. I was fourteen, and I had no idea that I was supposed to hate revisions, so I fucking loved every second of it. I only knew that unlike drawing, in words I could make the page look like the story in my head.
I’m telling you, man, this is the greatest gig ever.
Close to Home is out! So is Camera Three, the third installment in Little Red and the Big Bad! Home for the Holidays is out next week, and The New Born Year the week after that. WHEEEEEEE! Get on board, because this is gonna be a hell of a month!