Since self-publishing my first novel in September, I’ve celebrated all the milestones—first sale, first review, first signed-copy request (admittedly, from family). But today I unlocked the *true* indie-author achievement: my first book-club scam solicitation.

Package never showed today. Delivery driver said he arrived and ‘concluded no one lives at this address.’ Look, I know I didn’t shovel the powdery 2.5 inches of powder off my enormous driveway, and yes, my house leans toward ‘abandoned forest cabin chic,’ but either way: Thanks, Dad!

It’s snowing in my little northern Maine village. I have a metal roof, which is great because the snow slides right off in storms. It’s less great because the snow slides right off in storms, making thump-thump noises that sound exactly like a cartoon monster sneaking around under the eaves.

I’ve gotten hooked on those ‘Hero Lawn Care Rescues Abandoned Yard’ super-sped-up videos. They always tease: ‘You’ll never guess what the grass was hiding.’ I’m still waiting for it to be an alligator, a portal to a fae realm, or Richard III’s lost grave. It’s always just… sidewalk pavers.

My little dark fantasy novel Kin of Fae: The Returned Child is free on Kindle this week for a limited time. It’s dark folklore, Maine woods, and monsters with manners (sometimes).
If that sounds like your kind of strange, brew up something warm and come meet the fae.📖 www.amazon.com/Kin-Fae-Book...

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Rejoice, fellow owners of unaesthetic necks: scarf-by-day season has arrived in northern Maine!

I've officially entered my coke-bottle lenses era. Please, no questions at this difficult time.

Back from my eye exam: apparently, we’re buckling up for early-onset macular degeneration. Tried to get the optimist to call it ‘young onset,’ but no—he stuck firmly to 'early.'

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Called it quits on the final 1,000 pages. Life’s too short. Indie fantasy folks—got a new release that could use an honest review? Drop your rec; my Kindle is hungry. #IndieAuthor #FantasyBooks #AmReading #BookReview #IndieFantasy

Confession: I’m 67% through a 9-book Nobel Prize awarded saga and considering a DNF. Do you ever quit a series 2/3rds through? Do you ever feel really guilty about it if you loved the first three books?

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Author page setup required ID verification. Web cam? Blurry. Phone photo? Barcode rejected. Ended up dusting off my ancient scanner and updating drivers. A fragment of my Gen X soul just withered into the void.

Copy edits: 11,000 words slain in battle. The survivors? Leaner, meaner, and ready for publication.

This drought is wrecking my dust allergy. Inside me are two wolves. They’ve unionized. Their demands: Benadryl and a nap.

Krikey. 5e, the third edition I've played, is now 11 years old. Which means I am… I guess, a lich at this point? Please send potions of restoration.

A few years ago, I traded Charlotte’s skyline for the woods of northern Maine where I grew up. Out back, I’ve been carving out a small cottage garden. In August, it gives me sunflowers.

Pet peeve: new colleagues join a conference call and don’t say their name. “Hi, I’m here from Marketing.” Great, thanks Mister Mxyzptlk, super easy to address you now.

Always thought that my first-ever social media post would be an issue meriting much internal reflection. I was wrong. Here's mine: I'm refinishing some furniture for my mom, just went out into the garage for ten seconds, and came back onto a work call accidentally high as a kite.