Five Things is a List

Just a quick catch-up. It seems as if nothing happens forever, then *whoosh* things happen!

  1. This summer I (mostly) got the rough draft

    Jane Devlin has had better weeks, to be sure.

    for Wolf Moon done. This second book in the Were-Children series picks up right after the end of Cat Moon. It’s a-ways yet from coming out, but the story is finally done!

  2. The final book in the Finn series will be Finn and the King. There’s a monster!
  3. National Novel Writing Month is fast approaching, and I’m super excited about a brand new story: Millie McClendon: Jayhawker! This one is middle grade chapter book, and it’s straight-up historical fiction. It’s August 1863 in Lawrence, Kansas, and ten-year-old Millie McClendon is about to meet up with Quantrill’s Raiders.
  4. Fall events. I’ll be doing the Holly Holly Holly Days event in KCMO before the holidays, and right now, I’m sitting in the Super 8 in Park City, KS, ready for tomorrow’s day in the Kansas Authors Pavilion at the Great Plains Renaissance Festival in Wichita. Come on out!
  5. I got nothing. But five makes a list!

Read-An-EBook Week!

Cat Moon Final CoverSmashwords is celebrating Read-An-EBook Week all next week. As a pSecond Battle KDPart of the big celebration, Cat Moon and The Second Battle will be absolutely free. The sale price goes into effect at one minute after midnight on March 4, so basically, TONIGHT! Don’t miss out!

Gimme those free books!

Tangentially Related

I posted this on Facebook yesterday. It’s not really author- or book-related, but I thought I would post it here anyway. I’m a teacher at my day job, and this is something I feel strongly about.

Yesterday, after 17 people died at a school shooting in Florida, I stood in front of my middle school classrooms, hour after hour, reteaching the intruder drill procedures for my room. I wanted to reassure my kids that there was a plan in place if this thing that should be unthinkable, but which is now classroomperfectly thinkable, should happen to them.

In my classroom, there are two doors to the hallway. One of them remains locked from the outside at all times. The other is the door students use to enter and leave class. It’s the only door I need to secure in the event of a lockdown. Both of these hallway doors have floor-to-ceiling windows to one side of them. That effectively means that I do not have a safe corner opposite a door anywhere in my room. All four corners are exposed.

What I do have, though, is a huge storage area with a locked door. It only locks from the outside. Let me repeat: IT ONLY LOCKS FROM THE OUTSIDE.

I reminded the kids of our plan. In the event of a lockdown, they will quickly and quietly come to the front of the room and raise the projector screen, open the closet door, and go in. I will be locking the hallway door while they do this. Then, I will retrieve the closet key from where I have it taped up for easy access, and I will lock them in the closet. I will then slide the key under the door to them.

Mostly the kids grew silent. Some started thinking hard. You could see it in their eyes. Others, being middle-schoolers, snickered and giggled and cracked jokes. Don’t be put off by them. It means they either just don’t get it, or that they’re so scared the only way they can deal with their fear is with gallows humor. They’re twelve, so cut them some slack.

One girl, this time, shouted across the room, “Shut up. This isn’t funny.” The room grew quiet.

Then the questions started. “Well, what if . . .” “But what if . . .” “How about if . . .”

I raised my hand for silence. “Here’s the deal, folks. Our school’s plan is designed to save as many lives as possible the best way we know how. It is not a guarantee that everyone survives. All those kids in Parkland did exactly what they were supposed to do. They did everything right. And seventeen people still died.”

It grew very, very quiet. I heard a lot of deep breaths around the room. One girl had tears in her eyes. Then another voice piped up.

“Wait, Miss.” she said, “If you lock us in the closet, doesn’t that mean you’ll be out here?” All thirteen pairs of eyes looked up at me.

“Yes,” I said, “and that’s why I need you to be absolutely silent in that closet, no matter what happens.”

“You would do that?” she pressed.

“In a heartbeat. Just stay quiet so you get out alive. Make it worth it.”

The thing, though, is that I’m not extraordinary. I’m not special. I have never met a teacher in my entire career who wouldn’t do the exact same thing. That’s not what this is about.

Here’s what I want you to understand. This is normal, everyday life in America’s schools. Students in every school, at every grade, are being educated on their responsibilities in preventing a massacre, things that the adults in their lives should be assuming the responsibility for, whose responsibility it truly is. And all the while the president is telling massacre survivors that maybe they could have done just a little bit more to prevent what had happened to them.

For an entire generation of American students, just living with this possibility that is increasingly feeling more and more like an eventuality is traumatic. Our kids are already traumatized by living like this, even if there is never a shooter in their building. Just as my generation was shaped by practicing getting under our desks in the event of a Soviet nuclear attack—another futile exercise—this generation is in trauma over the expectation that anywhere they go, whether it’s a concert, a mall, a restaurant, or their school, there is a good chance they’ll be murdered.

It has to stop. And spare me your Second-Amendment arguments. It’s all you’ve got. If you don’t have any other practical solution than MOAR GUNS, then you don’t get to participate in the conversation about what we do next to make this stop. If you, deep down in your heart of hearts, feel perfectly content to exercise your allegedly restraint-free right to bear arms on the backs, not of Revolutionary patriots of mythic proportion who fought and died for your freedom, but on the backs of children who are bleeding out in the hallways and cafeteria floors of U.S. schools, on the backs of their friends who watch helplessly as it happens, and on the backs of the teachers who are placing their very bodies in front of bullets for them, then shame on you. You don’t deserve those rights. Your right to own possessions of any kind is not and never will be greater than the rights of our children to live.

If you plan to respond to any of this, I suggest that you be careful how you do so. I am not sad, and I am not scared. I am ENRAGED.

A New Year

2017 ends with three new titles and several events!Second Battle KDP

In time for Saint Patrick’s Day, I re-released The Second Battle with Four Phoenixes, complete with a dramatic new cover. It opened to some reviews that delighted me.

Later in the year, Adam and I finally got the second book in the Finn the Hero series, Finn and the Fish, out for readers. It spent some time in its Amazon category rubbing shoulders with Tomie dePaola and Rick Riordan, so that was fun.

Finn and the Boys Ebook CoverAnd last, right before the holidays, I released Space Bugs, the first book in my new hi-lo YA series called Space Cadets. Trying not to be sad about the sales on this one because it is, after all, for a pretty niche audience–struggling or reluctant teen readers. It won’t be everyone’s cup of tea, but it will be perfect for those who need books like this.

This year, I also made a concerted effort to reach out to events where author’s table their wares. I shared a table with a fellow author at the Kansas Book Festival on the Capitol lawn in Topeka. It was good have a presence there and to chat with fellow authors in the state. I also attended the Great Plains Renaissance Festival, with a table at the Authors Pavilion.Space Bugs KDP Cover

Then towards the holidays, I tabled at Kansas City Comic Con. Didn’t make my table fee back for that, which honestly surprised me. It was a matter of the right audience, but the wrong venue there, I think. It was hard to compete with all the shinies at the other vendor booths.

I had a great deal more success at our local Holly Holly Holly Days women’s arts and crafts event. To make it even better, I did a little networking (do people still network?) with a woman who just opened a local boutique shop with local artists and artisans. Consequently, all my titles are now for sale at 3 Wishes in Merriam, Kansas.

All in all, it was a very productive year, and now I’m looking ahead to 2018. Assuming the world doesn’t end in a cataclysmic inferno (and I’m not taking bets on that) my biggest priority is to get Wolf Moon out to readers. No more excuses, and I’m posting here to keep myself accountable!

If that happens, then Finn and the King and a new Space Cadets book can follow. Bring on 2018!

Holly Holly Holly Days!

This weekend, I’m tabling at a local women’s craft event. That’s been going well, but myHHH Table point here is something completely different.

I met a woman who was helping with the event who said her daughter was so very excited that I was there because Cat Moon was on a reading list at her school.

“Wait. What?” I said. Yeah, Moreland Ridge Middle School in Blue Springs, Missouri, has my book on a reading list. I cannot even imagine how that’s possible, and I was completely and utterly gobsmacked.

Yesterday, I got to meet the girl. She confirmed that her librarian had the book on her reading list, but she hadn’t read it yet because she was still on the waiting list. Pretty sure I sucked my breath in embarrassingly loudly.

My book. My beloved Cat Moon has a waiting list at the school library at a Kansas City metro area middle school. I can’t even.

I’ve emailed the librarian at Moreland Ridge to get more information, as well as to check that they have the new and improved version, and not the borked one my first publisher put out. I definitely want libraries with those to get new ones.

Now, no matter how many books I sell, it can’t top that!