That Bloody Girl

Well, I'm still insanely and upsettingly exhausted. I have a feeling that isn't going to change for a while. Yesterday morning I was up--I kid you not--at two. In the morning. Twointhemorning. And I didn't go back to sleep. My lovely friend had emailed me the formatted version of The Skeleton Friend, so early yesterday morning, I put it up on Amazon. And that was it. It was official. I wrote a book, and now you can buy it and read it and it's a real thing. It's something I actually did. Not just something I would talk about doing for years, not just something I would dream about at night while I waited for sleep--nope; it's a real goddamn thing. A real thing that I did. I just--honestly, I cannot. I cannot believe it. I wrote a book. And you can go read the book I wrote!   It's so crazy. I don't even know what to say about it, anymore. It's just fucking crazy. So, yesterday I was up well before the crack of dawn. I took Zoscha to the dog p

Something new I am working on, just a little short story that I will have available for download before the end of February! Blue Lips My hands are cold. Freezing. The beds of my nails are purple, tiny vessels constricted. The blood is being drawn away from my limbs, being kept for the survival of my most important organs. My body reacts without context, and my fingers are chilled to an aching point while the rest of me is wrapped up tight in my coat. The rain is relentless; the city lights shining reflections in slick streets. There has been a death, on this Pacific Northwest night, and I have been called out to the scene; but, for the life of me, I cannot figure out why. I haven’t been a cop for two years now, and my pathology residency is still just in the hospitalist phase—just an intern in the lab, looking through the magnifying eyepieces of microscopes, trying to discern one type of tissue from the next. Every day I leave work with a neck ache and the soreness of stra

I'm supposed to be doing this more. To be fair, technically this is more because, before my last post, I hadn't posted in almost two years. So, this is progress. It doesn't feel like progress, but it actually is. So, I spoke with my mentor today. We are getting the book done tonight for Kindle, so it should be available very soon--tomorrow is the goal--for download. I am going to make it for $5.99. Eventually, there WILL be hardback copies available--they are already formatted and ready to sell, but until I can buy a bulk batch, I won't be able to reduce the price to a reasonable level for all you lovely people that want one. So, look for that announcement in a few months. In the meantime, I am going to start writing more. I want to get at least one short story up a month. And, of course, starting today, my part of The Skeleton Friend is done--other than actually uploading it on Kindle, which takes very little effort or time. This means I will start on Book Two off