Talking Books & the Sisters' Destinies, Backs, Asst Notes, & Kittens

Mood: Good but still in some pain
Music: Air Talkie Walkie & the Virgin Suicides)

I finished copyedits of Night Myst yesterday and got them sent back to my editor. I’m glad I took the time to do another re-write. The book is as it should be, I love it and really, think it’s one of the best books I’ve written at this point. Dark and moody, full of mysticism, magic, love, and desperation as Cicely realizes she must align herself with one enemy to fight a greater one. I was aiming for the mood/feel (not plot or story) that the movie The Mothman Prophecies gave me, and hit it. Once again, here’s the YouTube video of the theme song for that movie that also encapsulates Night Myst.



So now it’s back to writing on Blood Wyne, as soon as I wrap up the taxes this weekend. This round of books—Bone Magic, Harvest Hunting, and Blood Wyne—all see major changes in all three sisters’ lives: by now a lot of you have read Bone Magic and see where destiny is sweeping Camille in her path as a Dark Moon Priestess and finding her place as the wife of a member of the Dragon community. In Harvest Hunting, Delilah comes face to face with her path as a Death Maiden and the future mother of the Autumn Lord’s child, and in Blood Wyne, Menolly—like the reluctant Aragorn—must face her destiny and role in the vampire community under the tutelage of an ancient, sensuous vampire.

As to more books in the Otherworld Series: we haven’t gone to contract negotiations yet, but I do want to write more on the series and don’t really foresee any big stumbling blocks. I’ll let you know when everything is decided. Some of you have asked how long the series will be: I don’t know. I’ll quit when there’s nothing more to write on it for me, or when my publisher doesn’t want anymore books, or when I feel myself slipping on the quality and enthusiasm.

As those of you who follow me on Twitter know, I hurt my back a week ago. It’s getting better but still tweaking a lot and still hurting. Thanks for all the best wishes on it, and suggestions but as I have said before: I cannot use any NSAIDs, most herbs are out (especially Echinacea, white willow bark, goldenseal, anything like that). Time, gentle movement, ice and heat are what will fix me up. Along with my chiropractor and massage therapist.

Twitter note: if you want to know when books are coming out, or simple FAQs PLEASE refer the questions to my assistant @GeekGyrlFriGEV because I’ll just send you to her if you ask me. Stuff she can’t answer, feel free to ask me, but simple requests eat up my time on Twitter.

A note: if you send me SASE’s for bookplates, etc.:
1. Be sure the return envelopes have stamps on them or I won’t be sending anything back. You don’t hear from me, that was probably the problem.
2. Please be aware it may take a month or so to get a response. I only have so much time to deal with mailings, etc. and I let a pile of requests stack up and then do them all at once because it’s easier that way. So don’t send multiple requests for the same things thinking I didn’t get your mail—give it a month or so to get an answer before asking again.

Tentative event coming up in Bellevue WA:
Stella Cameron and I are planning on doing a joint workshop/discussion on Building a Paranormal World at the Bellevue library in April. More info when available, but there will be books available for you to buy and for us to sign. The discussion itself will be free admittance.

Kitten highlights: I haven’t done a post in a long time about the cats but we’ve been in kitten wonderland now for the year and…what…three months? Every day is an adventure, for Calypso and Brighid—at fifteen months—haven’t lost their sense of wonder and joy and kitten-like playfulness yet. That will come later as they mature even more, but for now, they’re bouncy and fun and full of exuberance. And Morgana is our wild child, we can’t pick her up but she does now like being petted. She’s happy and a powerhouse of muscle at ten months old, and such a little cutie. She and Meerclar were playing chase me—chase you the other day, skidding through the halls, tearing up the house.

I’m so glad to see that Meerclar has fully bonded with her three baby sisters and it’s bringing out the kitten in my sixteen-year-old goober. I have to quake-wax down all the stuff on the hutch, I can’t leave flowers out, Brighid’s constantly opening the cabinet doors because she apparently feels they need to be open, Morgana leaps out and grapples our feet from under the bed, Calypso face-planted herself into my side the other day attempting to leap on my shoulder (she’s 12 lbs now, that was oh-so-fun, but funny). Calypso’s still madly in love with her friend Ten-Kee, my adding machine…and life is good in Kitten-Land.

So there we are for now, I’ll see you on the flip side, and for those stuck in the Snowmageddon: be safe, stay warm, take care.

Bright Blessings, and Dark Sparklies to you,
Yasmine