How I managed to not do a blog post right when my most recent book was published, I do not know. How to Break an Evil Curse was released July 6 of this year. Though I've had a few other things published already, this one is my baby. It's the first book in a series of four eventual books, but honestly I wish I could write in this world forever. Something about its blend of humor, the opportunities that pop up to draw parallels between the stupidities of its fantasy society and ours, and the way the characters just hijack the plot and do whatever they want (if you're a writer, you know what I'm talking about), makes this project the most fun I've ever had writing. If you buy it, read it, laugh, and think it's rather silly and rather thought-provoking, my dream has come true.
OK, on to other things. I'm going to show you pictures of cute animals. First off, my three current foster kittens! These babies. I swear. They're the sweetest. Fostering kittens can be an emotional rollercoaster since, as mega tineies who were separated from their moms too early, they are often not the healthiest, but it's so worth it for the snuggles and the adorableness and the knowledge that you saved a tiny little life and put them out in the world to be awesome little pets for some lucky person. Also, kitten genetics are crazy; somehow, these three look completely different and are all different weights, but they're all brothers:
I've fostered about 30 neonatal kitten so far, but I had never fostered a dog until a few months ago. There was this poor, filthy old bichon mix that was found wandering around Detroit, and his teeth were so bad that the vet actually decided they all needed to be pulled. This guy was a complete mess, and I don't understand human beings who could ever let a dog get to that state. Clearly he had a home for a long time, because he's really well trained, but at some point he got lost or was abandoned or whatever, and he ended up at the shelter. We had been wanting to foster a dog for a while to see how the kiddos handled it (with the idea that if they did a good job we might get a dog eventually). I figured fostering a really old dog would be a good bet because they'd be chill, and also because we wouldn't ever commit to adopting it since we'd be basically signing on for getting attached to a dog that was going to die very soon, and the kids would be sad, and yeah, no wayyyy were we adopting an old foster. Riiiiiight. Yeah. PomPom is ours. Love at first sight. We officially adopted him a few weeks ago. These are his two speeds:
I'm so happy I have my family and good publishing news and all sorts of fuzzy animals to snuggle, because I tell you, this world is insaaaaane and it breaks my heart on a daily basis. So many fanatical, greedy men with hard hearts are in control of so much (or trying to be in control of so much). Please do what you can to be kind in your own little corner of the world. And foster some animals from your local shelter. And do whatever art or craft calls to you (and don't worry about whether it's good or not). I hope you're doing well.