Like many of us, I’ve been thinking a lot about where I was and what I was doing twenty-five years ago - and how much change has happened in those years. There’s been a lot of change in both good and bad ways. It still feels strange to think it’s been twenty-five years…
I was in Denver at the time. My roommate’s scream woke me and I ran upstairs in time to see the second plane hit. Then we both got to work - she as a cop, me as an analyst. An online friend who grew up worried about bus bombs in their daily life said “Now you know what it’s like.” and he had not meant it in a mean way - but in the ‘your country’s innocence is gone, too’ way. Our country lost so much that day - in lives lost and in freedoms ripped away. Eh, I’m not going to go on and on about this because there has been enough written. I just wanted to share a little.
Got myself set up on the porch to write and that got cut short when a storm rolled in and made it unsafe to stay outside even with the covered awning area.
Rain pouring off of the porch awning.
And yes, some of the leaves are starting to turn gold as we’ve had a few nights below 60F/15.6C. I didn’t get a lot of porch writing time this year as it was just too hot for most of the summer and I was dealing with a lot of life, so looking forward to getting more clear days in the autumn to be out there writing.
Speaking of writing, this week got a chunk of words down on Grave Designs and some on Rowan and Gone on Arrival.
I’ve also worked with the amazing Lizzie Dunlap and finally got the paperback and hardcover versions done of Winthrop Literary (& Magic) Society. Click on the button below and use the drop-down to choose from eBook, paperback or hardcover. Over 400 pages of stories in one volume. (Updated Note: Hardcover is still in process so try again in a couple of days if that’s the version you want.)
It’s been over twenty years since the pandemic woke magic in some - and drove others to violence.
Bader Winthrop and her eclectic family own the Winthrop Literary Society bookstore, and live in the attached residence. Always a resource for good information, the shop grew into a place where people could get answers - or find a safe haven.
Approaching fifty, Bader starts to question her purpose and focus in life. Is this it? Is this all she’s meant to do? To be? Then the attacks started.
“That’s enough!” Bader shouted. Pissed off and menopausal. Last time Bader had checked, those were still on the books as a valid defense. She grabbed the metal bat she’d taken to hiding behind the counter and tapped the end on the floor.
The bat, combined with her magic, would serve her well.
A sentient house, talking pets, and a political climate oddly reminiscent of Salem during the Trials.
Bishop’s Bay was founded by Bader’s ancestors when they escaped the Salem Trials, and the house they built is now part business/part home - and sentient. When the house gives Bader an ancient journal, she realizes the political climate in Bishop’s Bay is oddly reminiscent of Salem during the Trials. Even moreso when one adds in the rise of a new political party that wants to remove those with magic from the world.
Or do they?
When old hatreds and jealousies arise, it’s up to Bader to gather her allies and fight for her family, her home, her town - and herself.
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