Spring isn’t officially here until March 20th, but it feels like spring already. Even the Canada Geese have started coming back. For their sake, let’s hope we don’t return to our normal January through March temperatures of -25 to -35 Celsius, which really converts to -30 to -43 with the winds.
Snow is melting, and I haven’t been freezing huddled under blankets for the drive to and from work, while my feet are frozen blocks inside my boots, and my fingers burn with the cold inside gloves that are so thick I have to take them off to pick up my coffee cup or work a key. (Montana vans apparently don’t do “H”’s well: heat and headlights).
This has been a winter of some firsts, most of them packed into February. I went to Vegas for the first time in January. It was also the first vacation since the start of “family” vacations that was not a “kid” vacation. The only kids belonged to other people.
This month, we signed up this kid for high school (it starts early with grade 9). Another first, we made her first resume to apply for a volunteer position.
She is also already a pretty good writer.
I got my Indigo Sea Press books listed in a very local newspaper, the first time I managed to get some public publicity for them.
I had my first public reading event too. I submitted my short story Blood for the My Bloody Valentine short story contest at the second annual St. Valentines Horror Con on Valentine’s weekend, fully expecting to not make the cut. To my shock it was accepted and I had to read it on stage at the Horror Con. I spent the entire time with my head almost buried under the table, eyes glued to the pages, reading in a terrified monotone. Unfortunately, I did not win. Maybe next time.
I had my first school guest reading event for I Love to Read Month (Feb). I read for the grade 7 and 8 classes at a local school, the grades that no one comes to read for. I found an age-appropriate book and drew names to give one away in each class. Maybe I’ll make that an annual thing.
This is a trend I’m hoping to continue. With the newfound freedom of kids hitting their teens, maybe I can get more involved in the local writing community and local events.
And with the help of my new toy that’s on its way, (the desk) and finally having an actual tiny spot that is mine, with luck I’ll also find more time for writing and blogging in between being these people:
- Cubicle dweller
- Dog parent
- Laundry service
- Taekwondo student
- Cleaning service
- Life coach
- Life partner
Although, I have no idea where I’m actually going to put the desk, and it will still be central to all the commotion of a full house.
What kind of dark secret pushes a man to commit the unimaginable, even as he is sickened by his own actions?
Where the Bodies Are: book 1 in the McAllister series. What secret pushes a man to commit the unimaginable, even as he is sickened by his own actions?
The McAllister Farm: book 2 in the McAllister series. The secret behind the bodies is revealed.
Link to reviews of Where the Bodies Are on Angie’s Diary
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