Must be the Season of the Witch

JaclynCover (470x665)I am incredibly excited today because the first novella in the Season of the Witch series, Jaclyn of the Lantern is available on Smashwords.

Jaclyn of the Lantern started as a small idea. A podcast that I love and recommend to all history fans (The British History Podcast) discussed the mythological background for pumpkin/turnip carving on Halloween. I was fascinated and immediately began working on a short story  using this myth.  However, as things tend to go for my writing, the original idea grew and developed into something new and different.

Jaclyn is doing well for herself, she owns an occult tea shoppe and has an adorable (and tremendously fat) cat named Butterscotch. She’s also a witch. When her long separated mother and father arrive one October to battle out a family secret, Jaclyn realizes what her true calling is and its not what either of her parents suspect.

I am excited to share this novella with you. It’s been a work of passion and sudden inspiration. I have to admit such inspiration one of my favorite things as a writer: when an idea takes hold of you and refuses to let go until it has been completed.

Jaclyn of the Lantern is a short novella (sometimes referred to as a novelette), around 10,000 words, and is perfect for quick Halloween reading. It’s also the first in a series: Season of the Witch. The second, Bethany’s Broomsticks, should be available in early January.

Get your copy of Jaclyn of the Lantern today.

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It was a dark and stormy night…

Or at least it’s going to start off stormy. A transplanted Ohioan such as myself expects stormy summers rife with buzzing electric air and clingy humidity right — before the thunderclaps rattle their way through the landscape. Which incidentally, is usually around 5 p.m., daily, on weekdays. At least they were when I used to work until 5.

It kinda “thundered” a little last night. I prepped the tea (Green Chai *bliss*) and waited…for… nothing. Oh well.

The writing goes slowly. I despair of finding niches or markets for modern ya fantasy set in rural Ohio or “Gothic horror” (I’m a touch unsure of this label, but it will do for now) traipsing it’s way through various turn of the century settings. But I suppose we must press on. The Burning River (I really need a new title for this nonsense. It doesn’t even take place in Cleveland, though the city of rock is mentioned…twice.) is currently at about 17K word count. Not where I had hoped to be, now in June, but getting there. Much of the tedious expository work has been done and I’m ready to tear my teeth into the meat of it now. The epic — well, at the very least quasi-epic — battle meat of it all.

I’m about half-way through a re-read of Lovecraft Tales. I think I shall blame that rather off-putting last sentence on that. On second thought…that just doubles the creepy.