Thurs. July 9, 2020: Die For Tourist Dollars Day 51 — Hope for a Happy, Productive Day

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Thursday, July 9, 2020
Waning Moon
Pluto Retrograde
Saturn Retrograde
Jupiter Retrograde
Mercury Retrograde
Neptune Retrograde
Foggy and humid

There’s a new post about the garden over on Gratitude and Growth. If you didn’t see the post on Ink-Dipped Advice yesterday, about red flags in job postings, check it out.

I haven’t been spending early mornings writing in my personal journal or getting my first 1K done in longhand – I’ve been headed to the computer for the past few days. It doesn’t serve me for the rest of the day, it doesn’t set the right tone, so I have to change back to longhand first thing, computer later on. It sets a more creative tone for the day.

Up early, got some work done, polished an ad for a client yesterday. Went onsite for a few hours. The first few hours are fine, because it’s just me, but then it got chaotic. And uncomfortable. But it is what it is.

Home, disinfectant protocols, and made it to Remote Chat, which is also fun. Did a couple of brainstorming sessions with a friend about possible pseudonyms for different expansions in her career. It’s always fun to serve as a sounding board like that; a nom de plume is so personal and has to work on multiple levels. When you hit the right one, you can feel it. It resonates in your body.

Cleared off some other work. Spent some time out on the deck. Willa and the bunny are fascinated by each other.

Finished Deanna Raybourn’s A MURDEROUS RELATION, which was a lot of fun. Started reading Vivien Chien’s DEATH BY DUMPLING, and I’m loving it.

A friend sent me a house listing for her neighborhood. It has everything I want in it, and the price is high for there, but lower than almost anything around here. It’s in the Midwest, and I hadn’t considered moving back there (my family lived in Chicago from when I was 1 until I was 6). Hmm. Lots to think about. I doubt I’ll have the money before it’s snapped up, but still, it’s something to think about.

One of the biggest issues that worries me there is noise. It’s in a medium-sized city. Because of my hyperaccussis, I’m thinking of moving farther away from, you know, PEOPLE. And repetitive machine noise.

It’s one of the reasons we moved to Cape Cod. I need quiet. No, “noise-cancelling” headphones don’t work. They make it worse. Anyway, in the past few years, it’s noisier in this neighborhood than it was living on the corner of 42nd St. & 8th Ave. in NYC, across from the Port Authority Bus Terminal.

Saw a job listing for a freelancer. Decent monthly retainer. But if you “apply” you get 72 hours from the moment you hit send to complete an “assessment” which includes a project-specific writing sample. Nope. On top of that, they’re saying, “oh, we’re not expecting you to do unpaid work.” THAT’S EXACTLY WHAT THIS SAMPLE IS. How much do you want to bet they don’t hire anyone, change the name of the company, and publish everything without paying the writers?


The Goddess Provisions box arrived yesterday, and it is delightful. The copy of WHO COOKED ADAM SMITH’S DINNER? About inequity in economics, arrived, too. I’d read a copy from the library, realized I needed it for future reference on many projects, and bought a copy.

People are so happy with the cards we sent out. I’m glad. I’ve heard from several friends, and a friend of my mom’s called her and burst into tears because she was so happy to get the card.

Pandemic stress is getting to people. If a card can give them some pleasure and relief, I can take a few minutes to write cards. I’m going to do another batch this weekend.

This morning, I have to take the household garbage to the dump, do some client work on an online store, and get a rough draft of my new article assignment done. Plus, finish fixing THE BARD’S LAMENT and finally move on to the next section, and catch up on my Miracle of Human Languages coursework for the week.

Busy day, but I hope a relatively calm, happy, and productive one. With time put aside to sneak off a read a few chapters of the Vivien Chien book.

Have a great Thursday!

Tues. Nov. 6, 2018: A Vital Election Day

Tuesday, November 6, 2018
Dark Moon
Neptune Retrograde
Uranus Retrograde
Venus Retrograde
Rainy and mild
Election Day

This is the most important election of my lifetime. I’m worried. Worried, worried, worried.

Hop on over to the GDR site. I have the October wrap-up, November To-Do List, and the questions for 2019 up. The approach to the 2019 questions is different, hoping to create a different perspective on it, rather than running the same treadmill every year.

It was a busy weekend.

Had a lot of fun meeting a new colleague for coffee on Friday at Washashore Bakery in Mashpee. It was great to have a real, far-ranging conversation, and I hope we get to do it again.

The weekend’s work on DAVY JONES DHARMA was frustrating. I’m struggling, and I don’t have time to struggle, because I’m on deadline.

I worked on the revision of HEART SNATCHER, as part of the Women Write Change project. I restored the prologue. Fine, plenty of people don’t like prologues. In this case, the prologue works for the book. So I put it back in. Fixed it, but put it back in. Revised the first four chapters. The draft is tightening, which is a good thing. I’d cut a little too much before, and had to put some back, but I fixed and tightened it.

Did some work on the Gambit Colony website materials. As soon as BALTHAZAAR goes into galleys, I have to get the final drafts of those books ready to go to the editor.

The cover ideas we talked through for the Justice by Harpy trilogy are really cool. I’m excited to see the drafts.

Managed to get the outdoor decorations in before the bad weather, but it was Saturday before I got the indoor decorations down, everything packed away, and switched out the curtains. No more spiderweb curtains. We have the heavy winter drapes up in the living room. But, in my office, we hung the vintage 1940 green striped curtains that used to hang in the bedroom in Rye. They look good.

Damn neighbors spent most of the weekend leaf blowing. It was ridiculous on Saturday — it was raining and we had high winds. But heaven forbid the one dumbass at the top of the street not leafblow for at least an hour EVERY DAY. Granted, she does it so she can wander up and down the street spying on everyone.

And Sunday morning, the machines started before 9 AM. They should be banned on Sundays. Completely. And people should only be allowed to leaf blow for 20 minutes once a week.

The Goddess Provisions box arrived, and it’s lovely. It’s such a great treat every month.

Drafting PREVENTATIVE MEASURES, the new novel dealing with gun violence and the opiod crisis, is going well. By Sunday lunchtime, I had 27 pages in longhand.

Read the book for review, and worked on the review, which went out yesterday.

The shooting at the yoga center in Tallahassee was upsetting. Both because it was a yoga studio, and because I lived in Tallahassee my first year of college. I need to somehow weave my response into PREVENTATIVE MEASURES.

Yesterday, worked with a client, did some grocery shopping, and then went to a meditation for peace at my yoga studio, which was their response to the shooting.

Voted early this morning. It’s always a good experience in this neck of the woods. The polling place was packed. I drove several people, and will drive some more from the neighborhood later this afternoon.

I’m invited to a party tonight to watch results. I’ll have to see if I feel like I can bear being around other people, or if I just want to hunker down at home.

Turned down a freelance gig because the way the client wants to work is so counter to the way I work that I’m not the right fit for her business. I can’t be productive or creative within her parameters; there are plenty who will.

Digging into DHARMA for a big push this week. I love the story, so it doesn’t make sense that I’m struggling. By next week, I have to start pushing again on BALTHAZAAR TREASURE, too.

At the same time, I don’t want to lose momentum on HEART SNATCHER or PREVENTATIVE MEASURES.

I just have to dig deeper and get it all done.

But worry about tonight’s results makes everything else pale.


Fri. Feb. 26, 2016: Changes to the Freelance Work

Friday, February 26, 2016
Waning Moon
Jupiter Retrograde
Sunny and cold

Yesterday seemed longer than it was, although that was mostly because I’m tired.

Over the past few days, I’ve updated both the Fearless Ink and the Devon Ellington Work websites. I decided that I’m no longer going to take on private editing clients, unless I’m hired by the publisher. I’m going to finish up the contracts I have, but enough already.

First and foremost, I need to spend that time on my own work. Every minute I work on something by someone else is time taken away from my own work that I can never get back. In my experience, the bulk of the editing clients: don’t want to pay a fair rate for the work they want done; have no interest in learning craft; don’t meet deadlines; book time and then don’t send in their material, which means I’ve turned down other paying work, and then I’m short. Not every editing client has been like that, and I’ve had some wonderful, exciting stuff to work on over the years, but the bulk of them have fitted into one or more of the above. When I accepted editing work from a publishing house, the work has already been vetted, so there’s at least some craft involved, they are as committed to the schedule as I am, they understand this is a business and not a hobby, and they pay on time. All around, it makes more sense.

Plus, I’m getting more script work and more marketing writing work, and I enjoy it more. So that’s what I’m focusing on. I’ll teach workshops if I’m brought in by an organization and paid in proportion to what I’m teaching, paid a deposit, paid the balance on the final day of the class (not this 30 days after crap), and, if necessary, paid a cancellation fee if they can’t fill the class. I’m happy to develop custom workshops for organizations, but there’s a fee involved.

And if you’re not going to pay an appropriate rate for my work – you don’t get it. I will take my work elsewhere.

Setting those boundaries has removed lots of stress from my life, and I feel much better moving forward. This is a business, not a hobby. I don’t have to accept any and every offer that comes down the pike.

The Freelancers Union motto: “Freelance isn’t free.”

Today will be another long day. I’m going to the opening of an acquaintance’s exhibit this evening, which will be fun. I’m in tomorrow, and then it’s heavy duty studio time. On Sunday, I’m going to a meet-and-greet of a fellow NYU alum who is running for state Senate. But the bulk of the weekend has to be studio time, to get this project in under deadline, and then back to DEATH OF A CHOLERIC, which won’t be finished by Monday, but I hope to finish by the following weekend, because TIE-CUTTER has to get back into the mix and finished, too. I’m very eager to get back to SONGBOUND SISTERS, and am taking notes. I also have to finish the first draft of the play.

And do things like my taxes.

Busy times ahead!

Have a great weekend.

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Tues. July 3, 2012: Extrarodinary . . .

Squash blossoms

Tuesday, July 3, 2012
Full Moon
Saturn Retrograde
Pluto Retrograde
Neptune Retrograde
Sunny and pleasant

Got a lot of work done on freelance assignments, but as always, it’s never enough. Plugging away on the ghost writing gig, polishing the lectures for next week’s classes, working on my articles, got out the write up for Confidential Job #1. Did some promo for HEX BREAKER and booked a few slots. Worked with students. Worked on HEART SNATCHER revisions. Worked on the short stories.

Went over to Mother’s Park. Deadheaded and weeded. The beds were in good shape. Cleaned up a lot of broken vodka bottles –someone had a party there and left a mess. Pigs. Wait, no, that’s insulting to pigs, who are perfectly lovely. When we first moved to this house, some people around the corner would drive by and throw empty beer cans and cigarette packs on our lawn. I waited one day, caught them mid-air, tossed them back in the effing jerks’ faces and told them, very calmly that, next time, I’d break their fingers. It did not happen again. You do not mess with someone who lived on the Deuce.

Planted the black-eyed Susans in the front yard, and did some other work on the yard at home. I have to mow the meadow this week.

Got some errands to run,and then I want to put in a good day’s work, because tomorrow is a holiday, and I”m going to enjoy it. Decided not to do the press jaunt in Newport on Thursday. They take us by boat to NY — but don’t give us a way back. Um, no, thanks.

I’ve gorged myself on Susan Wittig Albert’s lovely book, AN EXTRAORDINARY YEAR OF ORDINARY DAYS. I write about it in-depth here.

Have a great holiday, everyone!


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Thurs. June 7, 2012: Grumpy & Off to Yoga

Thursday, June 7, 2012
Waning Moon
Saturn Retrograde
Pluto Retrograde
Venus Retrograde
Pluto Retrograde
Sunny and cool

Between too much admin work, PR work, and chasing down payments, it was a discouraging day. Also, I lost HALF my workday taking my mom to the doctor, especially since there were some concerns, and then we had to go hithering and yonning for a bit. Hopefully, everything will all sort out.

I finished the draft of the sci-fi story and am letting it sit for a few days before revision. I started reading the next manuscript for swap, and am enjoying it. Stared at my own manuscript and couldn’t focus. Got a little bit more done on CRAVE THE HUNT; trying to get back into the groove with that. Playing with an idea for some non-fiction writing workbook-type things. Am in negotiations for a ghost-writing job.

Spent a few hours answering questions for a long interview for the HEX BREAKER release, and answered some questions this morning for another interview. Worked on getting the new workshops up on the website. Have to go to the library to work in IE, because heaven forbid piece of crap 1and1 lets me put in my coding in anything else. Not only that, they’ve designed a “webdesk”, which means, instead of just signing in to work on my website, I now have to jump through a series of hoops to make it “easier.” Not. What a crap host. I’m hoping GeekGirls can help me wrestle away the webfiles 1and1 holds hostage so that I can move hosts.

Couldn’t raise my mowing mojo, so didn’t. May need to to that today. Got a “reminder” about a meeting tonight — one that no one ever bothered to inform me about in the first place, which irritated me, not to mention how it screws up my work day.

Off to yoga now — that will set me to rights! And then, get in as much work as possible before this danged meeting over the bridge! 😉

To the page, to get some writing in before yoga.


HEX BREAKER, the first Jain Lazarus Adventure, available from Amazon Kindle and Solstice Publishing. $2.99

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Waxing Moon
Pluto Retrograde
Neptune Retrograde
Uranus Retrograde
Jupiter Retrograde
Sunny and hot

Sent out a big batch of queries yesterday on a project. Sent a diplomatic email that will hopefully further contract negotiations in a positive way. It took me four days to word it properly, but, hopefully, it will do some good and we all get what we want. Got a swift response — I think each of us think the other side blinked, but as long as we both get what we want, who cares? We’ll see what the contract says if and when it arrives. I think I’m overly wary because of previous experiences with other digital publishers, where things seemed to be on the up-and-up at first,and then weren’t. I have to remember to keep each experience separate, and learn from each, but not tar a company with another’s brush. Sometimes it’s hard to keep that distance.

Took care of Elsa — she was up and down all day.

Had a massive migraine, mostly due to the idiot workmen using unnecessary power tools outside my window.

Finished the book I was reading on the bus — I only had about five pages. It’s an anthology called WINTER MOON with three lovely pieces in it by Mercedes Lackey, Tanith Lee, and CE Murphy.

Worked in open studio. I think the pathetic wheel pot never survived the kiln, and a few things on the mask broke/fell off, but I learned from the doing and I can learn from the letting go. It will just make me strive for improvement next time I get to try and make something. It was very crowded, and we were all trying to honor each other’s space, but it wasn’t always easy. It was definitely not the helpful, friendly atmosphere that usually prevails in the place. Probably some special hours should have been set aside just for the beginning class people to work, rather than making them open. But then, maybe I was the only beginner who missed the last class. I picked up the tiny pot and the bottle vase — it’s quite the monstrosity. They look very different than I expect, but kind of cool. At some point, yes, I will post photos.

I need to pick up some props at a thrift shop and do a photo shoot in the very near future to create the icon for a pseudonym that may launch soon.

Finished taking notes on the mystery for the deconstruction seminars. Now, I have to sort everything out into lectures.

I’m spending a good portion of the day today at a friend’s, doing laundry and writing. Also have grocery shopping and have to re-stock the cat food. They’re getting fussy again.

I’m on the second day of a massive migraine, so everything is more difficult than it needs to be.

Elsa’s new medication is helping her a little bit, but, so far, it’s nowhere near the “miracle drug” it’s supposed to be. I need to call those holistic practitioners a few towns over and see if I can get an appointment for her next week.

Trying to gear myself up to feel creative and motivated today. Perhaps another cup of coffee will help.


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Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Waxing Moon
Pluto Retrograde
Neptune Retrograde
Uranus Retrograde
Hot & humid

I went flat out yesterday. Documentation for three workshops and two short story submissions out before breakfast. Enquiry as to anthology deadline — there are three anthologies by the same company for which I think I’d be a great fit. I may have to sit down and write all three stories this week. Quarterly self-employment taxes. Finished reading/commenting on the play. Mailed a stack of stuff — pretty sad that I have to drive 20 minutes to another town when the post office is up the street from me — only it’s never open when I need it, and when it is open, the line is long and the people they’ve got working there now make turtles look like racehorses.

Afternoon spent in the air conditioned room, herding cats (because they hate closed doors), reading, and working on the deconstruction lectures for the fantasy romance. I’m taking lots of notes as I read, and then I’ll type them into the computer, organize them, and figure what’s going to go into each lecture for each of the seven days.

Also took notes for a new booklet of fun writing exercises — it’s one of the things I’ll work on in Philly next week, and maybe it will be ready to release by the beginning of August.

Caught up with friends, talking about preliminary plans to go to the quilt show in Lowell, MA next month, and an exhibit called “The Dressmaker’s Art” one town over, once I get back from Philly. Hey, once a wardrobe gal, always a wardrobe gal.

Ran into the former mayor of this town, who I adore — the one who’s NOT corrupt — and had a good catch-up.

Finally heard back from the vet — but without any information — just a “call me”. Yeah, because I’m charged by the facility for every phone call.

Elsa’s been eating well, and she lets me know when it’s time to turn on the air conditioner. Iris lives up to her nickname of “Princess Hellion”, and Violet is just Very Busy all the time. It was much easier when Felicia, the big tuxedo cat I used to have, was alive. She kept us all organized, both human and feline. No one ever argued with her, she was very gentle, but ruled with an iron paw. And here we are, five or six years later, and still, none of the others want the job.

I was offered a kitten who hasn’t even been born yet. I’m so tempted, but we’re so cramped, and there’s so much chaos going on, trying to pull off the relocation and keep the money coming in and deal with Elsa’s illness, that this is probably not the best time.

I hope to get some writing in today, work on the lecture some more, and it’s time for a Costco run. I’m putting together everything for my trip to Philly next week.

I just don’t do well in this weather, and there’s no end in sight. I perk up a little bit in air conditioning, but even air conditioning saps my energy after awhile.

I’m looking forward to autumn — which is my favorite season anyway.

Oh — I’ve been meaning to share my two cents on some of the shows, old and new, I’ve watched lately.

Eureka: I love this show. Charming, funny, intelligent. I’m so glad it’s back for another season.

Haven: I really want to like it, but I’m on the fence about it. I worked with one of the actors in it, so, for his sake, I hope it does well. But I’ve got reservations about the writing, acting, and directing. Camera work’s pretty, though. Maybe it’ll find its feet.

The Glades: Wanted to like it, but the writing doesn’t have enough snap, and we’re watching the actors work too hard, instead of seeing them “be.” I may skip the show for a few weeks and then go back to see if it’s found its feet — not sure I want to watch the process.

The Closer: Love this show. Worked with some of the actors years ago when we were all off-Broadway. Glad it’s back.

Rizzoli & Isles: I’m a fan of Tess Gerritsen’s books, so, of course, I’d watch. Angie Harmon’s doing her usual thing. Sasha Alexander’s doing her usual thing. They have a great rapport, but neither one of them’s being challenged to stretch yet. Plots are nice and tight. FBI guy was a little passive and hang dog for me. Not sure if he was a one-shot guest spot or will be a semi-regular. His role needs to be better written if it’s the latter. I can’t even remember his name(actor or character), which is not a good thing. I felt bad for the actor, because he had so little to work with, on either a writing or directing level. They let him twist in the wind with no help, and I hate to see that. Right now, the show, as a whole, is serviceable; I’d like to see it shine a little more. I’m willing to try a few more episodes to see if it gets there. I worked with one of the actors who plays a supporting character — on the same show as the actor who’s now in HAVEN, which is pretty funny. Glad they’re both working.

Scumbag landlords are at it again, acting like this is an empty building. Some dick has a ladder up against my window. There was no warning, we have no idea who this is, why he’s here or how long.

Uh, no.

Oh, regarding the pet sitting — I’m paid to do it. I did it as a favor to this neighbor because she’s been unemployed for months, but, for the most part — people pay me to cater to their little darlings. I don’t mind, as long as I can take my writing with me. But it’s a specialized skill, part of my freelance life, and I don’t do it for nothing! 😉 Pet sitting’s a very lucrative business in this area, especially in Manhattan. I don’t charge as much as most people do, and I don’t work for an agency that demands bonding and all the rest — it’s all word of mouth. (I think the animals gossip and tell their owners, who then track me down).

Let’s hope I can be at least a little productive today!


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Thursday, February 12, 2009

Thursday, February 12, 2009
Waning Moon
Saturn Retrograde
Stormy/sunny/windy/rainy all at once and cold

Yesterday was a slow writing day, but a decent one. I got some work done on The Lucy Gothic; I got some work done on the Ocean Fantasy, especially when it comes to outlining. I’ve got this amazing world, strong characters, and I have only the vaguest idea of what’s going on IN it. I wrote the prologue for it, I’ve got part of the first scene, now I have to do some plotting before I can actually write. I worked on the monologues — I may toss a lot of them and start over when I get home.

I got my errands done, checked on the cats, got back before the storm hit. Since the storm hit hours later than predicted, it really wasn’t that bad, thank goodness.

Received the next assignment for Confidential Job #1 and started it — will try to turn it around this weekend. So far, it’s really fascinating.

Found some jobs to pitch, but can’t do that until I’m home tomorrow, because I can’t use my flash drive here.

Great yoga sessions last night and this morning. I did an immunity-boosting sequence last night, because with the weather fluctuation and me being run down, I started to feel like something was gathering that shouldn’t. And I think I’ve gotten rid of it.

Today will be a day of interruptions, but then I get to go home late tonight and be home for a whole day tomorrow, before heading off to another site job for the weekend (without internet access).

I’m hoping it will be a good writing day, and that I can pack a lot into tomorrow at home.

I’ve really enjoyed this gig, but I’m ready to be home. And back to the plays. They’re tugging at me, wanting attention.

The stimulus package is going to help New York enormously and quickly, including saving several hundred jobs in the teaching and health care fields, and there are infrastructure projects ready to go that just need the funding greenlight, which will create thousands of jobs with additional support jobs, which then also mean people go to delis and stores on their breaks, which means people in those delis and stores keep their jobs and don’t lose their stores. The MTA is getting some funding, too, which means maybe they won’t make a 25% rate hike in June, which would prevent a lot of people from getting to job interviews, if not the actual jobs. A 25% hike on my train fare means, for instance, that it costs too much for me to go in and work a single day on a Broadway show. If this stimulus plan works the way it’s intended, it will actually make it possible for me to work shows occasionally — once something comes in on which to work. THIRTEEN shows have now closed.

I still want to read the whole bill — and I’m going to do it from the Congressional website, where it’s actually accurate, not from a pundit site that pulls out bits and pieces to illustrate whatever point it’s trying to make.

I want to read the straight text, not excerpts with editorial comments.

Because if there’s stuff in there I don’t like, those I pay to represent me will hear about it! And they’ll also get a thank you for the stuff that I like. Because then, yes, they truly are representing me, and they should know it.

Back to the page.


PS I saw the rough of the cover art for OLD-FASHIONED DETECTIVE WORK. I love it, love it, love it! Wow! I’m thrilled. Will share it as soon as it gets final approval.

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Waxing Moon
Pluto Retrograde
Jupiter Retrograde
Neptune Retrograde

Not getting enough done, and getting frustrated because I’m not getting out of my own way.

I’m trying to get re-focused and having a difficult time of it. I was at the theatre during the day, which wound up being frustrating, and not only because a freak rainstorm caused the basement (wardrobe work area) to flood. It’s a gutter, not brain surgery; fix it, people, instead of just expecting the people paying for the theatre to deal with it every time there’s a rainstorm. By the end of the call, I wasn’t sure if I was getting sick and therefore things bugged me more than usual, or if I was so frustrated, it was starting to manifest as illness. I feel better today, just a bit of a scratchy throat and achiness.

I’m trying to pull together everything I need for the on-site gig this week and Philadelphia next week. And I’m working on the samples.

Was again approached by a client with whom I parted ways months ago, wanting me to come back and work through the end of the year, at the same low rate and under the same conditions that didn’t work the last time around. I declined. I’m in the early stages of some big projects, some of which are high profile, and I can’t spend the energy, not to mention the time, on projects in situations I know are wrong for me.

That’s all – not much to report. I’m figuring out what I need to print off and take with me and what can stay here. I’m sure the water will be off again today, so I’m looking forward to getting out as soon as possible. And I’ve got a box to drop at the post office for a friend.

A few days without excitement would be welcome.


Devon’s Bookstore:

Hex Breaker
by Devon Ellington. A Jain Lazarus Adventure. Hex Breaker Jain Lazarus joins the crew of a cursed film, hoping to put to rest what was stirred up before more people die and the film is lost. Tough, practical Detective Wyatt East becomes her unlikely ally and lover on an adventure fighting zombies, ceremonial magicians, the town wife-beater, the messenger of the gods, and their own pasts.
$4.00 ebook/ $6.00 on CD from Firedrakes Weyr Publishing.
Visit the site for the Jain Lazarus adventures.

5 in 10: Create 5 Short Stories in Ten Weeks
by Devon Ellington. This ebooklet takes you from inspiration to writing to revision to marketing. By the end of ten weeks, you will have either 5 short stories or a good chunk of a novella complete. And it’s only 50 cents, USD. Here.

Writing Rituals: Ideas to Support Creativity by Cerridwen Iris Shea. This ebooklet contains several rituals to help you start writing, get you through writer’s block, and help send your work on its way. It’s only 39 cents USD. (Note: Cerridwen Iris Shea is one of the six names under which I publish). Here.

Full Circle: An Ars Concordia Anthology
. Edited by Colin Galbraith. This is a collection of short stories, poems, and other pieces by a writers’ group of which I am a member. My story is “Pauvre Bob”, set at Arlington Race Track in Illinois. You can download it free here:

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