| Title | Author | Started | Finished |
| The Secrets of the Notebook | Haas, Eve | Dec 29, 2022 | Jan 05, 2023 |
| Jinx | Cabot, Meg | Jan 2023 | Jan 02, 2023 |
| My Evil Mother | Atwood, Margaret | Jan 05, 2023 | Jan 05, 2023 |
| Head On (Lock In, #2) | Scalzi, John | Jan 05, 2023 | Jan 08, 2023 |
| A Court of Thorns and Roses (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #1) | Maas, Sarah J. | Jan 08, 2023 | Feb 20, 2023 |
| The Weekend Novelist Rewrites the Novel: A Step-by-Step Guide to Perfecting Your Work | Ray, Robert J. | Jan 08, 2023 | Jan 12, 2023 |
| Cloud Cuckoo Land | Doerr, Anthony | Jan 16, 2023 | Jan 21, 2023 |
| Keeper of Enchanted Rooms (Whimbrel House, #1) | Holmberg, Charlie N. | Jan 27, 2023 | Jan 31, 2023 |
| Super Structure: The Key to Unleashing the Power of Story | Bell, James Scott | Jan 28, 2023 | Mar 06, 2023 |
| The Six: The Lives of the Mitford Sisters | Thompson, Laura | Feb 16, 2023 | Mar 03, 2023 |
| French Braid | Tyler, Anne | Feb 27, 2023 | Feb 28, 2023 |
| This Is Your Brain on Music | Levitin, Daniel J. | Mar 21, 2023 | Mar 27, 2023 |
| Starborne | Katz, Aleph | Mar 25, 2023 | Apr 14, 2023 |
| A Most Malicious Murder | Fletcher, Melanie | Apr 16, 2023 | Apr 18, 2023 |
| The Man in the High Castle | Dick, Philip K. | Apr 25, 2023 | Apr 29, 2023 |
| Followed by Frost | Holmberg, Charlie N. | Apr 30, 2021 | Jun 29, 2024 |
| Out of My Mind | Arkin, Alan | May 18, 2023 | Jun 27, 2023 |
| It Wasn’t Always Easy, but I Sure Had Fun | Grizzard, Lewis | May 19, 2023 | May 27, 2023 |
| FICTION FORMULA PLOTTING PRACTICE | Chester, Deborah | Jun 07, 2022 | Dec 29, 2023 |
| How to Read a Poem | Eagleton, Terry | Jun 22, 2023 | Jun 27, 2023 |
| This Is How You Lose the Time War | El-Mohtar, Amal | Jun 27, 2023 | Jul 2023 |
| What She Left Behind | Wiseman, Ellen Marie | Jun 30, 2023 | Dec 30, 2023 |
| I Thought It Was Just Me: Women Reclaiming Power and Courage in a Culture of Shame | Brown, Brené | Jul 07, 2023 | Jul 27, 2023 |
| Renaissance of Wonder : The Fantasy Worlds of JRR Tolkein, C. S. Lewis, George MacDonald, E. Nesbit, and Others | Lochhead, Marion | Jul 20, 2023 | not set |
| Rotten to the Core (Lady Hardcastle Mystery, #8) | Kinsey, T.E. | Jul 2023 | Jul 05, 2023 |
| A Kiss for Midwinter (Brothers Sinister, #1.5) | Milan, Courtney | Jul 28, 2023 | Dec 27, 2023 |
| An Indigenous Peoples’ History of the United States (ReVisioning American History, #3) | Dunbar-Ortiz, Roxanne | Aug 19, 2023 | Aug 26, 2023 |
| Heir of Uncertain Magic (Whimbrel House, #2) | Holmberg, Charlie N. | Aug 2023 | Aug 08, 2023 |
| The Creative Writing Student’s Handbook (Creative Writing Matters Guides, #1) | Hartigan, Cathie | Aug 21, 2023 | Dec 28, 2023 |
| The Kaiju Preservation Society | Scalzi, John | Aug 22, 2022 | Mar 2023 |
| Spare | Prince Harry | Aug 28, 2023 | Nov 06, 2023 |
| The Kill Fee (Poppy Denby Investigates, #2) | Smith, Fiona Veitch | Aug 30, 2023 | Dec 30, 2023 |
| The Upanishads (Easwaran’s Classics of Indian Spirituality Book 2) | Easwaran, Eknath | Sep 19, 2020 | not set |
| The Marriage Spell | Morrow, Jayna | Oct 02, 2023 | Oct 02, 2023 |
| Understanding Alcoholism as a Brain Disease | Burlison, Linda | Oct 10, 2023 | Dec 29, 2023 |
| Clockwork Boys (Clocktaur War, #1) | Kingfisher, T. | Oct 20, 2023 | Dec 28, 2023 |
| Witches of Worth | Windrow, Journey | Nov 06, 2023 | Nov 06, 2023 |
| Bullies, Bastards and Bitches: How to Write the Bad Guys of Fiction | Morrell, Jessica Page | Dec 20, 2019 | Dec 23, 2019 |
| Aesop’s Fables | Aesop | Dec 28, 2023 | Dec 29, 2023 |
| What If It’s Us (What If It’s Us, #1) | Albertalli, Becky | Dec 30, 2023 | not set |
| Mr. Popper’s Penguins | Atwater, Richard | Dec 30, 2023 | not set |
| The Sounds of Poetry: A Brief Guide | Pinsky, Robert | Dec 30, 2023 | not set |
| The Write Structure: The Timeless Storytelling Principles Great Writers Use to Craft Stories Readers Love | Practice, The Write | Dec 30, 2023 | not set |
| The Future is Japanese: Science Fiction Futures and Brand New Fantasies from and about Japan | Washington, Masumi | Dec 30, 2023 | not set |
| Welcome Newcomer! | Groups, Al-Anon Family | not set | Dec 29, 2023 |
| The Reluctant Mage (Mage of Boston, #1) | Windrow, Journey | not set | not set |
| A Thief in the Night | Charles, K.J. | not set |
Blog
I did not write as much as I’d hoped this month, as I was recovering from surgery, so my word count was the same as last month: 5100. I did not end up attending the 20Books Conference, due to that same recovery period. I did try to attend as much of it as possible from my living room over the internet, but that was hardly the experience I had hoped for. By the end of the month, I wrote a couple of poems and started back to work on the Lake House Mystery.
In other real-life stuff, my youngest son developed some sort of terrible rash all over and had to go through allergy testing…only to find out he’s not really allergic to much at all. It was very weird. We celebrated Thanksgiving here at home, since I’m still not feeling my best self. I also read “Spare” – the memoir by Prince Harry, which was an interesting read.
This month I finally upped my word count a bit and made it up to 5100 words. I wrote one really long poem and some flash fiction. I outlined and did an entire worldbuilding set up for a short story to send to an anthology that ended up deciding not to publish this year after all. That was a bit depressing, but I guess at least I didn’t write the whole thing before finding that out.
In regular life, since I had the spinal surgery, I’ve been on meds that make it hard to think, so I’ve been crafting a lot more this month, rather than writing. I spent a bunch of time setting up an LLC for my arts and crafts business. I’m working on that project with a friend and we hope to launch a website or Etsy store early next year. I wrote two board game inspired cross stitch patterns and crocheted three different sized Meeples, which I’m hoping to sell on consignment to a new local board game store. I also read “The Marriage Spell” by Jayna Morrow (which I beta read for earlier this year).
This month was another fairly fallow month. I only wrote about 1600, mostly in short journal entries, though I did write one poem about tailgating at a funeral that people really liked (well, most people. Some people were really confused by it.) I also helped a local area poet figure out what order to put her poetry anthology in. I also prepared and presented a lesson on “Including Weather in Our Writing” for the ODWG.
In real life, the last of my mom’s brothers passed away (hence the poem), which devastated our family. I flew up to Wisconsin for a few days to spend time with the extended family. Once I was back home, in a bid to cheer me up, my family did a Lord of the Rings marathon day where we both watched all the Lord of the Rings movie and also ate a Hobbit inspired menu all day long. It was truly epic! I saw a spine specialist about my back and got signed up to have a spine MRI. I also crocheted a few things, like a cat doll, a dress for an actual cat, and a cardigan for a friend. I started making bracelets with another friend for the upcoming Taylor Swift Concert Movie. I also read Gone Girl for my UUFT book club and while I enjoyed it in some ways, it also really bothered me in others.
This month, I only wrote about 1700 words. Real life took up a lot of my time, but after such a productive month in July, I figured I needed some time off. I did write one little piece of flash fiction that has stuck with me all month that I definitely need to submit somewhere.
In real life stuff, I started physical therapy for my spine and hip and went to a bajillion sessions of that. I also (with help from the husband and kids) rearranged my entire writing studio. My midkid finally finished Drivers Ed and got his drivers license. My youngest kid bought a car online and passed the old car to the midkid, so now I have all three kids driving cars of their own. My husband and I also celebrated our 25th wedding anniversary. I finally finished reading “An Indigenous People’s History of the US.”
This month, I wrote 25,341 words, mostly on the Hannah Project. I also wrote an essay for an upcoming anthology for the UUA, covering UU and people with disabilities, with an emphasis on my own personal experiences as a semi-disabled person in a small UU fellowship.
In addition to those things, I helped prepare for and run a local area writing conference and helped another local writer make decisions about cover art. I prepared and presented a lesson to the Open Door Writing Group about goal setting and how to reset your goals once you’ve gone off track.
In real life stuff, I had an MRI of my right foot, finally, and found out that despite it being my foot that hurts, it’s my spine that’s probably damaged. I traveled across the country with my middle son and my dad on the aforementioned Pilgrimage (also known as The Corn God Trip). I was sworn in as vice president of the board of my local UU Fellowship. I also finished crocheting a blanket that was meant for babies that turn five this fall. I also finished a cross-stitch pattern that I’d started in 2022 that had never mailed me the final pattern pieces. My children will talk about this summer in the future as the summer I watched a lot of murder mysteries in order to commit murders of my own devising. I also finished reading “Winter’s Orbit.”
I’ve got some exciting news, y’all! In November I’ll be attending the 20 Books to 50K Conference in Las Vegas, Nevada. The lovely folks in charge of that conference gave me a scholarship for the conference ticket, so I’d like to publically thank them for that. Thank you, 20Books Conference Committee!! Nick and I will travel to the conference together and use it as a combined work trip and 25th wedding anniversary rolled into one. By day, he’ll be working remotely while I attend the conference. By night, we’ll paint the town red with whatever author friends we make along the way. I’m so excited about this conference. Everyone says it’s fabulous!
Before we get there, though, there’s still the rest of the summer to get through. I’d thought this summer was going to be quiet because my youngest ended up making the hard decision not to travel with DCI this year, due to a myriad of reasons and circumstances that I’ll not go into here. So traveling to see him performing across the US fell off the list of things I’d do this summer. In the meantime, I’ve been finishing the short story I mentioned last month, teaching my midkid to drive, adopting a kitten, planning two trips, working on my speaking engagements, helping with both planning a conference and installing a new treasurer for the East Texas Writers Guild, and juggling all the schedule changes unexpectedly sent my way. Which is why those that know me in real life have started to wonder if I exist at all. I do, I’m just constantly in meetings or driving lessons or keeping the Foxglove the Wonder Kitten from biting all the things.

So I said I was planning two trips – the other one is a pilgrimage with my 80-year-old father to see my mother’s grave. She was buried amongst family in their hometown — Superior, Wisconsin — which is sixteen hours away by car. Along the way, he wants to stop in Lincoln, Nebraska, to see his brother, Platteville, Wisconsin to see my birthfamily (who he hasn’t met yet), and Eau Claire, Wisconsin to do some research with a former student (and maybe see my cousin and his family?). On the way home, he’s hoping to stop in Minneapolis to see his cousin as well. All in an eight-day whirlwind trip that includes four days in his hometown for two reunions and a chance to see the rest of the family. Eight days isn’t enough, y’all, but I have the ETWG Conference on one end and a speaking engagement on the other, so that’s all the time we’ve got. Being my dad, and therefore the source of my personal time blindness, he’s scheduled a bunch of stuff for days we won’t actually be there. Whee! This trip is ripe for stories that will make it into my adoption memoir, I’m sure. I will be taking notes and pictures. Follow me on social media for all of that.

Me and my dad
The fact that it is already summer break just astounds me. It feels like it was only yesterday that it was Mother’s Day.

May went by in a flurry of tornado warnings, band concerts and banquets, color guard contests, kids’ auditions or testing for various activities, and all the sayings of “goodbye” to people and places we’ve loved spending time with.
I started helping out the worship team at my local UU church, both developing services and speaking during services. I also agreed to serve as vice president of the church board next year.
My eldest child acquired a car, passing his old one to his younger brother, who just started driving solo, and just like that *snap* life changed overnight. I no longer have to drive anyone anywhere unless there’s an emergency.
I spent a couple weeks preparing for a speaking engagement for the Open Door Writing Group at the Tyler Public Library about writing lyrically. I read or re-read so many books on writing poetry. Two didn’t arrive on time, so I still have those to look forward to.
Unfortunately, all that activity sent my diseases into overdrive. I got a sinus infection, then my joints flared up and I spent the last half of the month in too much pain to think, let alone set down words. It took me an entire month to finish a short story that I’d had outlined and ready to go. *sigh*
Last week my father was in town, so we spent time indulging in watching “Only Murders in the Building” (while I did cross stitch, since my hands had finally returned to normal) and taking time to look over his house here and make lists of future maintenance needs.

He went back to his primary residence yesterday afternoon and now I am back at my writing desk today, updating all the social media things, preparing for my two speaking engagements that are coming up later this month, and trying to sneak in a few new words in my next novel. Hope all of y’all are having a wonderful start to your summer! Let me know in the comments if you plan to join me at any of my events this month.

Last month marked the anniversary of my first published work. Well, my first published work in over two decades, I should say, not counting unpaid blog posts and articles for local area newsletters. I had a few small bits published right after college, but then I had children and did not get back into writing for many years. Even then, I was too scared to send anything off to see if it was good enough for publication. Two years ago, I finally had enough positive feedback from other writers to get my courage up, and I got the ball rolling on submitting and by May last year, I had pieces published in four anthologies.
It’s been a good year, all told. I’ve had the chance to experience an anthology being built from the ground up, worked with several personalities of editors, set up Amazon Author Central and Goodreads Author pages, met a lot of fantastic and helpful new people, learned thousands of things about writing and marketing, attended my first book festival, changed my logo, and also discovered what the difference between people who had my best interests at heart and those who didn’t looked like.
2023 has been a hard year for me, logistically speaking. A prodigious number of things have gone wrong between the two houses I help maintain, my little family has had some big trials I’d rather not mention here, people and pets I love have passed away, my best friend had her whole life overturned, and groups that I help run have all had their own wacky disasters as well.
My word count is still really high compared to most years. My connections to other writers have grown stronger, and the number of writing opportunities I’ve had have multiplied exponentially, but I’m still struggling with time management. There’s just not enough of me to go around dealing with all the disasters and to get all the writing related activities done (so many of which are not, in fact, actually writing). Which is why my number of published works remains low – I just haven’t had time to submit anything anywhere with everything else that’s been going on.
That changed this morning. Despite a looming writing deadline for a short story that’s going in the back of someone else’s book, I sat down and made sure that I’d submitted at least a few poems and stories for publication in literary journals, anthologies, and zines. Just that little effort was enough – I’m feeling positive about writing again for the first time in a couple months. I can’t wait to see where my pieces end up. I’m looking forward to a fruitful second year of publishing.
When I set out to change up how I blog this last year, I’d figured on blogging every two weeks, on my church’s off weeks, but the time in between goes so fast and is stuffed with so many things that I often arrive at my computer and am completely overwhelmed about what to post and what to keep private. Being a more professional writer has been such a learning curve!
Since I last wrote here, there’ve been a couple winter guard performances for my youngest kid, which I chaperoned, my midkid learned how to make pancakes (in a few hilarious attempts, which he live-texted me about), Indy has gotten incomprehensibly larger, I rearranged my fridge to be more ADHD friendly (veggies in the door so we can see them), and I attended the East Texas Book Fest!




I had a fantastic time! I sat in a little corner where most of the writers were from my local writers group, so I had support, advice, and fun. Everyone that came to my table was encouraging, and I both sold a book and got invited to speak at a library in a nearby town as well. Such a great experience!

