Warm days this close to Christmas is one of the most bizarre blessings. I have enjoyed every minute of the warmth, taking hikes and practicing with my new Canon. I think the sun has set on me two days now in the woods here and late at night while I'm editing and writing, I hear old man winter stretching his cold bones in icy sighs. It's a reminder to me that the snow will come soon. I don't mind the cold, snow is one of the most magical things. The dead of winter though, it creeps into my stories without notice when I write. I feel it there and I have to remind myself that sometimes we have to be meaner than our demons.
I'm a dark writer by talent and nature, not nurture, and in the last year of self discovery I have come to realize that I've outgrown my bones so to speak. When we become bigger than our bones, something's got to break. And so this is life...
For some time now my family and I have been dealing with personal triumphs along with some deterrences. My days have been filled with idle time and waiting... no matter how badly I wanted to write about vampires, and soldiers, and haunted houses, and true love, and fathomless killers. I also have had to face some questions still about what kind of writer I'm trying to be. Erotic, romance, horror... and I have decided why not all of these right now. Once I'm locked down then they can label me. Till' then I'm just going to write. And live. And breathe. And discover.
I want so bad to tell you this week Sandcastle Soldier will be available for purchase, but not just yet. I have been working on a surprise book...poetry is rockin' my boots lately. I'm in a magazine too (No Witty Magazine, Fall Edition) so if you haven't checked out Adrian Michael Green then you need to. His words can make anything melt.
Anyway, I hope everyone has happy reads, good shoes to finish up last minute Christmas shopping, and warm hearts. Winter is coming! Keep them' kindles chargin'....<3, Elle Moon