Monthly Archives: January 2015

The Return of the Arcana Series!

So, a year ago yesterday I released my latest book, Ghost City, a mind-bending post-apocalyptic ghost story about kids surviving after the end of the world. While I’m extremely proud of that stand-alone novel, the (belated) one year anniversary of its release feels like the perfect time to make an announcement about my NEXT book! I’m excited to say that 2015 is the year I return to the dark fantasy world of The Arcana Series with the sequel to The Hierophant!

Are you ready for the title?

The next book in The Arcana Series is…

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(btw, this image you’re about to see is associated, but not the actual cover…)

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16-Major-Tower

 

the tower

 

Ta-da!

I’d like you to do me a favor and forget anything you may have ever heard me say about this book/book 2 in The Arcana Series. Like its author, this story and how it will be told has undergone many (messy) transformations since the first draft was written. But I am pleased to say the time has come for Ana’s story to continue, and for people other than the infinite monkeys typing in my brain to be a part of it. :D

If you haven’t had a chance to read Book 1 (The Hierophant), feel free to check it out HERE, or read the first 9 chapters for free, HERE!

 

(The above image is from the Vertigo Tarot Deck from DC Comics, and is courtesy of tarot.ucoz.ua)

Wordless.

I have started and thrown out more blog posts and journal entries this year than I can even begin to remember. I’m compelled, periodically, to write about this intense feeling I’m living with, this intense faith, that has propelled me into writing two novels at the same time while working a full-time job. I feel like the energy that’s filling my brain with whispered inspiration should be extolled with glorious words, captured on the (digital) page, preserved for all to see.

But it just ain’t working like that. Every time I try to capture the details, they slip through my fingers as my brain sharpens its focus. The focus is somehow misdirected, away from the truth. I know I’ve had various drug related experiences that would call this ego-interference, or something along those lines. I mean, after all, why write a blog post about something if your ego wasn’t getting involved?

So here’s the truth, as near as I can describe it: I’m optimistic. But more than optimistic, I have this sense–this borderline knowing–that good things are just around the corner. I have words pouring through me again, a path lighting up before me, and the promise of some kind of freedom in the near-ish future. And the recognition of the freedom I do have, now.

Life is not perfect, and yet it is. No, I’m not making my living from my writing–yet. But I am writing, and loving it. No, I don’t live near the ocean in an adorable New England condo-yet. But I do live in a city that is going through a terrific renaissance, in a beautiful little house that keeps me warm and dry, with two excellent roommates and a menagerie of furry, loving pets. No, I’m not rich–but I’m solvent. No, I don’t have everything I want–but I have a life full of freedom, love, and the promise of adventure.

And for me, that’s what life is about: being free, loving others, and having one adventure after another. Even if that adventure is as small as trying a new way of cooking vegetables (have you tried sous vide yet? It is perfection.), or as big as putting 80,000 original words and countless hours of toil, love, and heartache out for public criticism and consumption. (That’s publishing a novel, in case you were wondering.)

It took me a long time to realize that what I wanted out of life was as simple as that, but I’m glad I did. I might even venture to say that I think, in the end, it’s that simple for most of us. We want to be free. We want to love and to be loved. And we want to feel alive.

When was the last time you asked yourself: what do I really want from life? Go ahead, ask. And listen. Sometimes the answer will surprise you.