I don’t know about you, but I always get excited when this time of year rolls around. September means it will soon be October. And October means falling leaves, misty mornings, and all the wonderful creepiness that comes with Halloween.
To celebrate this wonderful, witchy time of year, the lovely gals over at Women’s Radio Network had me as a guest on their radio program to talk about Hazel and Holly. This was a first for me, and it was pretty exciting. The interview is fairly short, so be sure to head over to WomensRadio and check it out!Continue reading
Just a short and sweet update today featuring a couple of things.
When life gets too heavy, it’s whimsy to the rescue! I wrote an article about the importance of whimsy in our everyday lives. Everything is made better with some whimsy, right? You can find the article over at The Spa Insider. Continue reading
I don’t know about you, but for me it feels like this book has been “coming soon” for basically forever. But now it’s finally here! Hazel and Holly are out in the world causing mischief and mayhem with their wild and witchy ways. I can’t really express how happy this makes me.
Happy New Year! Another circuit around the sun done and dusted. I’m not sure what it says about me when I’m feeling like it’s an accomplishment to, you know, still exist.
And I do still exist, even though this blog has been woefully silent this past year. My Magic in the Mundane series was theoretically supposed to be finished by the end of last year. And I made it to, what, “E”? Ha! Talk about best laid plans. I am planning on continuing it though, because I do have fun with it. Hopefully in 2019 I can get back into a rhythm that works for me. Continue reading
Previous: Fastened Friendship
They waited a few more days to allow Hemlock time to recover, then made the journey back to the Grove. Hazel had mixed feelings about it all. On the one hand she was glad to be returning home, but on the other she was afraid she wouldn’t recognize it—or herself—once she got there. Other than undoing her mother’s geas, nothing had gone the way she had expected. She hadn’t ever thought she would turn to necromancy—she especially never thought she’d find beauty in what was supposed to be a grim, dreadful discipline. She didn’t know what to think anymore, and so she didn’t know what to expect when returning home.
Both she and Holly had their noses to the windows as the carriage rolled up in front of their cottage. They both got out and remained on the road as the driver unloaded their luggage from the rack up top. Continue reading
Previous: A Future Found
Tum toddled down to the common room as Holly trailed after him. Hawthorn sat at a table, sipping some wine, and Tum clambered onto an empty chair beside him.
“Of all the empty tables,” Hawthorn said, “you have to sit right there? Go find somewhere else.”
“It’s rude to let someone sit alone, you know. Tum’s nothing if not polite.”
“Oh, I can think of a few things that Tum is.” Continue reading