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A Merry Christmas, Whatever Your Season

Merry Christmas, you marvels of humanity! Congratulations on making it through another year, and hopefully gathering a store of happy memories along the way.

If you’re like me, though, this may have been an especially rough year for any number of reasons. Perhaps you noticed the sudden lapse in blog posts and updates from me. Well, in a nutshell, I lost my writing for the greater part of this year. February to December was a desert without words. I would not wish that on my worst enemy.

But after months of struggle and anger and wanting to smash coffee mugs and bouts of crying and a final rest, I think I’m starting to get the words back. It’s different now. I’m hoping that it’s an entry point into a new era and phase of writing, and I’m choosing to hope that my craft will be better for it.

But dang. That was rough.

So here’s wishing you a merry Christmas, whatever season of life you may be in. Keep growing, keep living, keep doing you. And here’s looking forward to the surprises the future will bring.

~Rebekah Shafer

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A Sneak Peek at Surfaeillance 3


As you may have noticed by now, Surfaeillance 3 has not been the most cooperative of its fellows. It’s been through alteration after alteration, some big, some small. . . at this point I think I’m working on something like version #4. But I’m happy to announce that the story is finally sticking.

One of the biggest challenges in this particular installment has been getting Burgundy to navigate the weirdness that is “beginning a friendship” with her coworker Myron. It doesn’t help that Burgundy has almost no social skills, and Myron tends to withdraw rather than express. Somedays I find myself in the corner with the pixie making sarcastic comments and trying to figure out how to make them talk to each other.

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Night and Day


Before you ask, no, this is not my current location. (I wish.) But I’m in an Italian mood, thanks to starting in on a new novel project that has a definite Italy-meets-Spain sort of vibe. It’s not developed enough for me to share a synopsis, but I’m very excited over the direction it’s taking and the simple fact that I’m writing again.

I’m writing again, world! Let that sink in. Then pass the sparkling pear juice and launch the fireworks. It’s been a long month and a half in the writer’s block abyss.

I’ve also been working on Surfaeillance 3 (and maybe planning 4, 5, and 6. . . ) and implementing some Luck Child edits. My “must write” drive isn’t running out, no matter how much I try to do these days. Maybe the time off really did some good.

The new story is loosely inspired by an old fairy tale I read (once upon a time, a very long while ago. . . ) that focused on the stories of a young girl and young boy stolen by a witch. She raised the girl in the dark and taught her to fear the light, and raised the boy to live in the day and fear the night. Then many years later the now-grown boy’s horse falls and injures itself, and leaves him trapped in the dark. . . until he meets the girl.  Continue reading

Excerpt from The Mirror Knife

Hello, all! Here is one of my favorite scenes from The Mirror Knife. This particular scene involves Burgundy taking her pixie and current client (a tiny, hunted fairy named Fly) to a faery black market to try to uncover some information.


   I opened my eyes to see the familiar rows of booths, tents, and haggling fairies. A tall female fairy on guard duty glided forward and looked me straight in the eye. “Can I help you?” she asked. She stood as tall as me, and her voice was husky and clearly suspicious. Her gaze travelled to my shoulder. “Two visitors?”

   “Three. Surfaeillance business,” I replied. Silence rippled out from where I was standing. Then the talk began again, but in hushed tones.

   The fairy arched a perfect eyebrow. “Really?” The slender vine in her dark curls wound tighter, obviously disappointed that it didn’t get to attack an intruder. She turned away in a rustle of gypsy skirts and vanished into a shrub.

   “Hang on,” I said, poking at the bush. “Where’s Saunders hanging out these days?”

   The branches rustled and the fairy peered out at me, her brown eyes turning green. “Why?” she asked.


   She sniffed. “Third tent from the end. Red curtains.” The leaves swished shut in my face.

   Fairies. I plunged into the sea of tents, hoping to keep my sense of direction. The interiors of the booths glittered with glass jars, amber-colored lamps, and all sorts of human-made junk. One fellow was even trying to sell broken washing machines.

   “I am thinking this was a bad idea,” Fly said in my ear. I felt a little hand tug on my hair. “Maybe you should wait here, and I will go find the. . . it.”

   Well, that was new. “You want to risk getting caught again?” I said, turning a corner. I could see the red tent now, at the end of the row. Fly seemed to be getting more and more agitated. I slowed down. “You’ll be fine,” I said. Few fairy criminals would be stupid enough to try anything in the Market, but it paid to be on the safe side. “If you see anything suspicious, let me know. Got it?”

   Fly whimpered a response as we reached the tent. I slid one hand into my coat pocket and stepped up to the counter.

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Mad as a March Hare

Greetings, friends! A (hopefully) mild case of writer burnout has left me without a whole lot of authoring material to share, so I’m going to take a tiny break from author-the-thing-I-do and instead talk about other facets of author-the-person. Supposedly, engaging with other areas of life is one of the best things for burnout. And as long as I don’t spiral out of control on a panicked binge to fix the burnout ASAP, I should be fine.

Shall we begin?

This year I’ve decided participate in a reading challenge. Normally I don’t have trouble reading a hefty amount of books in a year, but the specially tailored challenges over at Modern Mrs. Darcy caught my attention as an interesting stretch goal. Let’s take a look at the twelve “to read” challenges, shall we?

  1. a book published this year

Shouldn’t be too hard. I’ve already got In the Labyrinth of Drakes on my want-to-read list, and The Girl From Everywhere on my library book shelf right now. I could totally count Sanderson’s Calamity if I were counting books I’ve already read this year, but I’m not. Tough.

2. a book you can finish in a day

Honestly, that one is not going to be too terribly hard. I’m rather fond of the “novel in an afternoon” technique. It’s an old habit formed by panicked reading to make up my total for the Pizza Hut middle school summer reading programs. Meet your goal – get a free personal pizza. Those were the days.

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