What a week.

What a crazy couple of weeks it’s been! I got word from my publisher that the manuscript for my new novel “The Dark Side of the Woods” has been accepted! YAY! I am so excited to see that story come to life. Of course, with the excitement comes a bit of anxiety as well. This book falls into the young/ new adult genre and I’m curious how it will be received.

Just following that news was a trip to Charleston, SC with some of my best friends. When I say best friends I mean lifetime, could blackmail me for eternity kind of friends. We drank rum on the beach and laughed until we cried, we shopped and dressed up for a fancy dinner at Husk, one of Charleston’s top restaurants. It was perfect and we are already making plans to go back.

I’m not usually a beach person. It had been ten years since the last time I went. I don’t get a lot of inspiration from the ocean but it quiets my mind. Sometimes that’s needed too.

And then yesterday, I had to lay my sweet tortoise shell cat, Munchkin, to rest. I’m not sure what happened to her but after she didn’t come home for dinner or breakfast, I knew. A walk in the woods confirmed my fears and I carried her home through the thorns and leaves to bury her in a corner of the backyard. I’m going to fix a sweet little garden for to rest in with a headstone, maybe plant some catnip and hang a birdhouse in the tree above her. Twelve years is a decent life for a cat but it’s never long enough.

Even though my heart is broken I have wonderful things to look forward to in the coming months and five rambunctious foster kittens who know that I need extra love right now as much as they do.

The three of us crazy ladies outside of Husk. I’m the one in the middle.

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My sweet Munchkin.

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The Witch

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The Witch

Soft as lamb’s ear

Sharp as honey locust thorn

She prowls around at midnight

The time when witches are born

She gathers her nightshade in a purple, quilted bag

With her cat by her side, they all think she is mad

She smiles to herself and hums a soft tune

The owls come to greet her in the dark of the moon

She likes it this way

Being left alone and a bit feared

They find her when they need her

It’s been that way for years

When justice isn’t served or love goes unrequited

When the baby needs healed or the old man’s scared of dyin

They’ll venture to her with payment of choice

She’ll do what needs doing, without raising her voice

When the work is done

She’ll disappear just as quick

And they’ll say once again

Stay away from the witch

 

It’s like The Shining up here.

So I’m terrible at updating apparently. But since I’m going on day 6 of being snowed in I figured I could manage to write an update of some kind.

We have at least 18 to 20 inches of snow that has fallen since last night. It’s absolutely beautiful to see it blanketing the ground and hanging from the trees; but I would have enjoyed it more if it had made its appearance in December. I like being home, but I also need the option to get out of the house and go somewhere if the mood strikes. Being stuck on top of this mountain with no hope of getting off until some of this melts has nearly made me claustrophobic. Ok it has definitely made me claustrophobic. I never thought being snowed in for several days would really bother me that much but scenes from The Shining have rolled through my head a few times. haha

On the bright side I have gotten a fair amount of writing done on my new novel. I’m very excited about the story even though the task of starting another book is daunting. I try to just take it a thousand words at a time. I don’t make an outline or plot, I just start writing and see where the characters take me. This one is quite different from the last and I can’t wait to see where it leads. Meanwhile my twelve year old Russian Blue climbs my head and lays across my computer any time he sees me working. Cats believe in making things challenging and encourage procrastination…unless it’s feeding time of course.