Long time, my friends.
I’m officially an Oregonian now. I love the trees and the fact that there’s water and I no longer go to bed fearing earthquakes are going to shake the world and swallow me up the way I did in Southern California. Life has improved a thousand percent, and so has the writing.
It’s funny, the way stories can grab you. I worked all of 2018 on my last book, and here I am four months into 2019 and I’m almost done with the next one. This new book feels like the most “me” I can be. The Marley-est. I’m not crazy about that word, but it fits. I’ve opened a vein, and I feel like I can bleed out these kind of stories for the rest of my life, if I want. It’s a whole lot of fun (and monsters and blood and honest, real folks caught up in bad situations.)
I’m stepping up my game here in Lane County, OR. Writing every day, reading every day, pursuing the dream. I’m all in, and grinning. Maybe it’s the rain, or the shadows between the trees, but I feel like I’m in a place I was always meant to be. I’m a little bummed that it took me this long to get here, but I can’t wait to see what happens next.
I’m on kind of a social media blackout at the moment (you’d be surprised at how much work you can get done when you’re not sucked into the Twitter/Facebook vortex) but when I get those sales and the words leave my computer and go out into the world, I’m sure I’ll jump back on to shout from the treetops. I never expected this to be my future, so I’ve stopped guessing at what comes next. All I know is that I’m excited, enthusiastic, and working my ass off to get as close as I can to where I want to be.
That’s all I can do, right?
Be well, my friends. We’ll talk soon.