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"Let the River Run" in the High School Musical of My Novel

Matka Danu Miklagarth is a twisted story of murderers and degenerates, but if it were a high school musical, the uplifting song "Let the River Run" would be in it. Please note that this is not that hideous Eminem track you may have heard on the Top 40 station; it's a pop song written by Carly Simon in the late '80s for the movie Working Girl.

Matka is set on the Danube River long before the European colonization of the Americas, and its main characters impersonate regional mythological wilderness-dwelling creatures such as the Leshy, rusalki, and various kinds of sirens or mermaids. Thematically, it deals with values and ideas that interest contemporary Americans like myself (and, presumably, my future readers) in a way that is mindful. After all, America today is a nation of immigrants with ancestry from many deep-rooted cultures, including those portrayed in Matka.

The Danube (and my characters sailing down it) end up in the Black Sea, which connects them to the mos…

Ye Olds: Do You Know What Millennials Are?

Hear ye, hear ye, Olds! Before you write, mumble, or log onto the Book Face to share that next rant about Millennials, stop to consider whether you understand who you are shaking your fist at. Let's briefly go over what Millennials are not and what they are.

Millennials are not:the kids on your lawnkids these daysany kids whatsoevereveryone who annoys you everyone who fills you with envyeveryone who is not elderly (though we're getting warmer)
Millennials are:all people born from 1981 to 1996 (as settled by the Pew Research Center)the largest book buying and reading demographicthe most educated generationold enough to drink legallyold enough to have earned a Bachelor's degreesometimes old enough to be actual Olds
Hello, this is me without a Snapchat filter on. According to this super scientific quiz by the Washington Post, I am one of the Olds because I do not have any social media apps on my phone. (Also because I'm 35 years old.) If I'm arguing with you on Facebo…

Cover Crops

An author friend of mine hired a graphic designer and has been working with her on where to actually crop the actual cover art for her actual debut novel to be published very, very soon, which is super exciting, but that isn't what this post is about. This post is about compost! Metaphorically speaking. And now that I've got the dad jokes out of the way...

Eight years ago, I literally composted printouts of my work while dreaming that I might finish my debut and begin my novel writing career within months. Ha!


Instead, a few months later, I got pregnant. As it turned out, pregnancy and motherhood were extremely distracting from my writing goals, and I accepted that, because I wanted to make a baby even more than I wanted to make a book. Eight years later, I'm still glad I slowed down my writing to become a family woman. I was an overly optimistic young person with few important responsibilities, which is excellent for starting a family and garbage for writing a good novel.…

You Can't Get Paris Syndrome on Staycation

I just finished reading Z by Therese Anne Fowler, a novel based on the life of Zelda Fitzgerald. While Zelda's malaise was not exactly Paris Syndrome, she nevertheless had an unfavorable experience with the city and its effects on herself and her incorrigible husband.

Zelda was born into a life of luxury. She married a brilliant young novelist who got fairly rich fairly early in his life. She never needed to get a job to support herself or her family. She had only one child, who was mostly raised by a nanny. She traveled frequently, spoke several languages, danced ballet, exhibited her own talent for writing, and lived in many decadent homes and resorts in several nations. And yet, she and her husband were not as prolific at writing as one might expect, because gin is a helluva drug.

I am a strong believer in travel and adventure as creative inspirations. And yet, sometimes, travel is more trouble than it's worth.

Like when you and your husband can't get all your vacation…