Harmony Coxcomb, Witch for Hire Out Now!

Hello, all! I just wanted to announce that my latest book, Harmony Coxcomb, Witch for Hire is out now on Amazon in both paperback and ebook!

It’s the story of a young witch who comes to the Mortal Realm for a season to experience mortal life. She gets a job and an apartment and tries to fit in when she clearly stands out.

Mother Warned Me About You

My mother warned me about you. She told me you were dangerous. She told me you would hurt me.

When I met you the first time, it was in a dream. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but I felt like I’d met you before. I don’t know why, but you felt like home.

I tried my best to put you out of my mind. I told myself you were dangerous. I told myself you would hurt me.

The second time I met you, it was a fleeting glimpse in a shop window as I passed by in the pouring rain. I didn’t get a good look at you, but I knew you in an instant.

You were all the things I was warned about. You were dangerous. You would hurt me.

The third time I met you, you were following me on the sidewalk on a sunny day. My breath caught in my throat as I glimpsed you; the monster just behind me.

I heard my mother’s voice in my mind. You are dangerous. You will hurt me.

Today, I see you in my mirror. I knew it was you; I knew it was me. I’ve known all along, I just didn’t want to know.

I am the creature in the night. I am the shadow that follows you on a sunny day. I am the monster half-glimpsed in the rain. But my mother was only half right.

I am dangerous, don’t make me hurt you.

Other Than I Am

I’m not a Man. I never will be.

There is no dagger in my smile. When I smile, it’s just that- a smile. I smile when I feel joy. I can’t be anything other than what I am.

I am prey to the swaying of my thoughts, so I will bow my head. I will beat my fists against the tiled floor and curse the Creator for making me as I am.

I cannot be any other than as I am. I long to be a Man- to be free to do as I please with little to no consequence.

I long to walk alone at night, with nothing but the stars to guide me. I can’t, or rather, shouldn’t. It isn’t safe for me to do so. If I am accosted, it is my fault for allowing it.

I am not a Woman. I never will be.

I am not fierce; a fire burning brighter than the very stars themselves. I’ve never burned bright enough for anyone to notice.

There is no power to the sway of my hips. My smile does not hide secrets. I have no secrets.

I long to bewitch and ensnare, but I cannot.

I have neither a Man’s mind nor a Woman’s might.

I cannot be anything other than what I am.

Works-in-Progress Update

Hello, all!

I just wanted to update you on my current WIPs. I am working on my second novel. This one is a satirical piece about joining and becoming a part of a cult. It’s really fun doing the research and building my own religion. It feels like something an unhinged civics teacher would have their students do.

And, since I never took a civics class, I have to get my jollys somewhere, right?

Next, I am in talks with a friend of mine to go in on two children’s books. I will write the story and she will illustrate. I realize, before we can do the fun stuff, there will be some legal stuff that we need to do, and since this project is so new in it’s infancy, I’m a little afraid that it may fall apart.

Finally, I’ve been working on short stories. I am really trying to commit to publishing a new one every Friday and hope to make it a regular feature here. Most of the stories are flash pieces of micro fiction with a fantasy take, but I’m trying to broaden my horizons a little.

Other than that, I’m trying to market my first novel and am trying to get some local bookstores to let me do a signing here in the Dallas area. Fingers crossed someone will say yes.

Writing Buddies

I would like to introduce you all to my writing buddies.

This is Seth Green Schraut-Potter.

And, this is Inigo Montoya Schraut-Potter.

They have been very helpful in getting from first draft to final formatting and everything in between.

Seth is especially good at helping me get through writer’s block.

Hemingway and Rock

As I sit at my computer, listening to Cheap Trick, it occurs to me that I have arrived. No, I’m not published yet, but I wrote a novel. I spent every spare minute writing and writing until it was all there. I did it.

Now, I’m at the hard part- revisions and editing. I’ve never made it to this stage before with any of my writing. Usually, when I finish a piece and go back and reread it, I just feel like crying.

Not this time.

I think it’s different this time because it’s so personal to me. I’ve had to take a multi-pronged Hemingway-esque approach to it.

1. All you have to do is write one true sentence. Write the truest sentence that you know.

2. Write hard and clear about what hurts.

3. There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.

It’s been so hard, and yet so easy to get it all out of my head. The words want to flow out of me like water. I just have to be near something to write with when it happens.