My new writing manifesto, sort of.

I was at the MLK jr. march on Monday–which is one of my favorite Seattle events. It’s usually soggy and full of brass marching bands and excellent friends I don’t get to see very often. I was walking with a friend of mine who talked about how she was in a bit of a rut and wished she had some creativity in her life, and that she wished she could discipline herself to be a writer. She said it with this sad longing in her voice. I hear that kind of thing all the time from people. Like maybe they want to write someday when they have the time, or that they wrote fantasy when they were young, or that they have this book they want to write about a bank heist but it’s the World Bank and things get really complicated and political fast (I so want to read that book). Or they tell me that they think about writing and read about writers and don’t know how to start, but it seems like this thing that is missing from their hearts and lives. And has anyone else noticed that the internet is full of articles and inspirational quotes on how to become a writer? (Or maybe that’s just my internet.)

Anyway, writing. People are into it, and do I think it’s cool? Yeah, I do. I mean, I love it like nothing, but I don’t mean cool in the high school way of more popular than thou, or cool like wearing hip new jeans. It’s the opposite of that: it’s raggedy-ass jeans with holes in all the wrong places that you are wearing because you decided who cares but then everyone is looking at you funny. At least it’s that if you are writing about all the scary and true things you want to think about and want other people to think about. It’s cool in a way that means worthwhile, vulnerable, and badass all rolled together.

And I think that’s the reason why there’s this whole ocean of people who are pining to be writers because, well, if we only have one life to live, and then we are dead forever, we want to live worthwhile lives. And lives that effect other people and change the way people see the world, and how do you do that? I don’t know, nobody knows, but writing might do that, if we’re lucky. And on top of that it’s this daily practice where you get to be your fullest self and also use your brain cells to be tricky and smart about how to make story irresistable.

So the next time someone tells me they want to write, and have a story they want to publish, or whatever, I want to hear it in a different way. Not like they are failing to do what they want, but that they are on the edge of jumping in to something important. I want to tell them so loud that they should do it and that I will read it. I want to tell them, so loud! That they should write their beautiful hearts out, and also be activists for what they believe in, and also find work that at the minimum doesn’t make the world a more terrible place. And heck, if I’m being all bossy anyway, I want to tell them to fall in love with the world and be in it like it matters and they matter. I want to invite them to the dance, the big rowdy human dance where there’s a mosh pit in the middle and people are banging their heads together with their stories and all kinds of other body parts and things.

So, you got any stories you want to tell?

Pre-order the Dragon’s Secret?

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Pre-order the Dragon’s Secret! Soon to be launched in the world–it should be appearing in ebook-landia sometime next week. It is the sequel to The Magician’s Mistake, and friends, if you are wondering if all is going well in the life of Morgan le Fay, and if her days are pleasant and strife free, I am sad to tell you that they are not. Not only are there roving bands of tourists witches trying to take selfies with her, but there is a man, the man, who is being way too much of a gentleman, and, um, dragons?

Dragons.

And not just any dragons, but Y Ddraig Goch himself: the famed red dragon of Wales and I hate to tell you this but he is doing really bad. Like kidnapped bad. And that’s just the beginning of all the things going wrong for Morgan and her friends as they try to find the missing dragon and unravel the secrets that have been buried and kept hidden for the last eleven hundred years.

Book Release!

Presenting: The Magician’s Mistake, book 1 of The Fay Morgan Chronicles.

Wherein, the immortal Morgan le Fay runs a Wiccan supply shop in Seattle and fights paranormal crime. This is book one, where you meet the gang and shit starts to immediately go south for our dear Morgan. Oh, I have so many fun places I am going to take this series. I hope you love it as much as I do!

Book 1

A New Website

Well here we go! A new year with a futuristic title (2015, what?) and a new website made by my illustrious live-in hacker friend (thanks, E).

He and I spent some time last night trying to get a picture of me for this website where I didn’t look incredibly uncomfortable and awkward. We utterly failed. I missed the day in life where I was taught how to be photogenic.

At least I have a picture of a beautiful graffitied sparrow on a green background up top. One of my joys in life is traipsing around cities and finding all the smelly alleyways full of exuberant art. I love the fact that art can be anywhere and everywhere, and that there are people willing to risk their liberty or at least some hefty fines to make the world a lovelier place.

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