Have you ever had an entire month blur past you in a sort of peanut-buttery-haze, and suddenly leave you in an airport (waiting for Air Force One to take off so your plane can depart) thinking, “My word, it’s almost August.”?

Well, maybe the particulars were different for you, but this sort of slippage seems to be becoming more and more common the older I get. In the interest of sharing, I will attempt to fill you in on some of the fun particulars.

July was, as I suspected, completely full of Proskuneo Worship Institute, during which I laughed, cried, discovered a heightened sensitivity to mold, tried skateboarding, journaled obsessively, demonstrated hip hop moves, helped feed a small army, and created a sculpture that still needs some shareable glamor shots. I also took part in an a capella class, practiced my Korean, and went out for frozen yogurt almost as often as I wanted to. Most of that happened around all the great teaching times and workshops, of course. I finished at PWI the last week in July, but the dust didn’t get much chance to settle. Two days later I packed up and zoomed to the airport for visits in Kansas City, Casper(ish), Colorado Springs, and Denver. 

Kansas City was characterized by good company, good Mexican food, a late night talk with mosquitos, and a two friendly cats. One of whom preferred pouncing, while the other preferred cuddling. You can imagine which I spent my time with.

Casper (technically a small town near there) is one of my new favorite places. The open sky, Ayers Natural Bridge, high speed limits (whoohoo!), and another good friend made me feel quite at home. And the gazelles pronghorn antelope (I was close) decided to show off for company. They were everywhere. And the groundhogs. I kid you not, they look like little soda cans sitting out in the middle of grassland.

From there I drove (with a friend) to the Springs, and got to take part in the “CleanPlace Moot.”  CleanPlace is a very special website devoted to helping younger fiction writers get a hand up. (I was a student there for many years, and recently became a creativity mentor. That means I get to cheer people on and bounce story ideas and generally encourage. I love my work.) And the “Moot” part sort of materialized from the Lord of the Rings fans. Every year our members – current and past – try to get together out in Colorado for a special writing retreat, and this year we got a lovely three days in the Springs, followed by a lovely five days with my “other family” talking and resting and watching Myazaki films.

I also got a chance to talk story with lots and lots of people, and I am pleased to report that both the Persian/Arabian Nights story AND the new semi-gothic regency story have been refined, and are getting much closer to being written. There are few things that get me more stoked about writing than getting to tell someone the condensed story and hearing the gasp of delight and seeing the eye-sparkle-thing happen.

Now that I’m back, I’m having to rest quite a bit, but I have made some important progress on the various front-of-the-line-stories. “A Twist of Fae” is in cover-art phase, and I hope to be able to show y’all the cover soon. (More on that later.) Because of certain feedback,”Sea of Purple Ink” is going to abdicate it’s coveted position as ‘first born novel’ and go back to the revision board for a bit. (There is a lot of more potential in that story than I realized, and it needs some polishing to really shine.) But! That means that “The Luck Child” is going to take its place as first full-length novel out. And it is very excited, let me tell you. The current thought is to release it early next year.

Meanwhile I will settle into editing, and at some point I’ll turn my thoughts toward this Fall, and whether I’m going to attempt writing anything new. It’s certainly tempting.