Author Life Month? Author Every Month.

The author's photo a day challenge I am participating in on Instagram this month is absolutely sustaining me. It only feels fitting to be sharing it with you at the tail end of Valentine's Day, as every new day feels like I'm adding a line to a love letter addressed to readers, to Eiren's world, to the craft of writing. I've always had good intentions when it comes to photo a day challenges but have previously lacked follow through. Not so this February.

The prompt for this one was "killed darlings," and this was one of oh-so-many I had to choose from. I always write more pretty things of little substance than I need.

And "where I write," which I've elaborated on before. But I felt this one showed some love to the stickers so rarely seen on the back of my laptop.

These two were each collages of character inspirations, for Eiren and Gannet, respectively. You can read more on the original posts.

If you aren't already following me on Instagram, please do. It's the rare social media haven I can haunt on the regular right now - I feel rather guilty for my prolonged absence from Twitter and Facebook, longer even than was required for the heady rush of editing that consumed my January, and resulted in one of the strongest drafts I think I've ever written. Come May, I hope you think so, too.

The challenge carries on through the end of February and I think I'll be looking for another one after. Any recommendations?

Adventures in Sustainability

One of my new year's resolutions was to be more intentional about conserving energy, reducing the amount of waste that I create, and making better choices regarding my impact on the environment. While I've gotten into a pretty good habit in recent years of bringing reusable bags into stores and using cloth napkins at home, I've been wanting to do more. I truly believe that the seemingly small, individual choices that we make matter, especially when we live in a highly consumer-driven culture. How and where I choose to spend my money matters, and it matters even more when I'm not the only one motivated.

On a scale of easy to pretty damn easy, here are a few practices I've adopted in 2017.

1. I bought two super cute reusable travel cups. I drink iced coffee every morning - and sometimes in the afternoon, too. And because I frequently pick it up on my way into work, I wanted to cut back on the number of plastic cups I was throwing away each day. I got two so if I don't run the dishwasher, there's another cup clean for the next morning.
2. I replaced my toothbrush with one that was made from recycled #5 plastic, and can be recycled in turn. Excepting the bristles, of course. I'll also be investing in these for my kids and my husband when it's time to replace theirs.
3. I bought a menstrual cup to replace the pads and tampons I was going through every month. I won't go into great detail for squeamish readers, including my husband, but I'll say I should've done this a long time ago. I am nerding out so hard about how much I love it.
4. I invested in reusable snack and sandwich bags and a set of stretchy, silicone lids to replace plastic wrap. Throwing away these items has been a regrettable but ultimately avoidable part of keeping house as an adult. Stoked about these alternatives, though. And they're cute, which is a big motivator for me.
5. I reset my thermostat. After researching some optimal temperatures online, I am keeping the house a little cooler than I would have in previous winters (even given the unseasonably mild January we've had). I know that this is going to be a lot harder for me come summer time when I don't get to crank up the AC like I like to, but as I'm freezing out my husband some nights right now, I think I'll owe him.
6. I scheduled a free energy assessment of our home with our local utilities provider. Our house was built in 1946 and there are rooms that don't heat or cool as well as others - it's my hope there are some things we can do to make our home more energy efficient, and if I need to start saving to address some of the repairs that may necessary, I'm hopeful that I can do that, too.
7. I offered to begin recycling plastics for my office. The office where I work doesn't have recycling pick up, and while staff regularly volunteer to collect and drop off aluminum cans, we haven't had a way to recycle plastics since I began working there. When I discovered there was a Gimme 5 recycling drop-off location convenient to me, I decided I could add my office's plastics to the ones my family and I are already recycling.

And there's something I haven't added to this list yet, because I need to bite the bullet and just make it happen. Thanks to a motivated and an awesome friend I discovered that my bank is funding the Dakota Access Pipeline, so as soon as I can take the time I need to open a checking account with a local credit union and withdraw my money and close my existing account, I'm going to do it. This won't be easy - the app that I use for my banking is slick and intuitive and I like it. I'll have to change my direct deposit, and I have a number of accounts set up to automatically pay bills that I'll have to take the time to update, too. But, though it may not be much, my money talks. And if it's going to be used for something, I'd rather it were used to bolster investments in cleaner, alternative forms of energy that aren't having a detrimental impact on the environment.

While I can't solve all of the world's problems, I can make choices that will hopefully shape policies and create consumer demand for a world that my children and my grandchildren and my great grandchildren will want to live in. I don't have to buy into the system because it's the only one, or the easiest one, there is. Because I have the hours and the dollars to spare, I have the privilege to decide how I spend them.

ETA: I've since opened an account with my credit union and updated my direct deposit. I shared about it on social and my plans to quit PNC, and within a week, I'd received a courtesy call about banking with them. This has never happened in all of my years with the bank, and a friend who also left PNC also received a call. So, they're watching. They're listening. It matters.

Five Favorite Reads of 2016

I'm not gonna lie, I really killed it in 2016. I always make time for reading, but as a working, writing, mothering adult I don't usually manage quite so many books. There was a fair amount of escapist reading in there, but I'm still absurdly pleased. Even if it makes picking five favorites rather more of a challenge this year than in previous years.

Jessica Khoury's The Forbidden Wish was a clear winner for me for 2016, though. I listened to it on audiobook first, and then I read it, and then I listened to it again. It has everything I need to absolutely lose myself in a book: a genuinely complex heroine, the supernatural, a rogueish romantic interest, and just enough authentic drama to keep me up at night - and mooning over the story the next day. If you read even one book I recommend this year, it should be this one.

Not surprisingly, Leigh Bardugo's Six of Crows and Crooked Kingdom were flawless - and I told her so and she tweeted back to me so THAT HAPPENED. Bardugo is a national treasure. Each tremendously gripping and masterfully-crafted in their own right, they hung together in all of the right places and diverged in surprising, delightful ways. I do not typically enjoy books that switch perspectives, but her pacing was spectacular and I cared so much about everyone that I was all too willing to follow her characters anywhere.

Sarah Porter's Vassa in the Night was a grim, glorious little surprise. I'd read a review that said if you liked weird, you'd like this book, and do I love some weird. But there's more to it, even, than that. Reminiscent of Kelly Link but with more to hold on to and a far greater investment in the lives of the characters she's tormenting, I took my time with this one, savoring the strangeness of the world and the hot-beating heart at the center of it.

I read Lev Grossman's The Magicians a few years ago, and Quentin Coldwater was such a selfish prick I almost didn't finish the series. While I get he had some growing up to do, I found it so stifling to be limited to his perspective and spent most of the book wanting to throttle him. The Magician King, with Julia's voice, was a breath of fresh air, and Quentin's growing maturity was dynamic and believable. The Magician's Land knocked my socks off, and I am so glad I gave the series another chance.

The world-building in Sharon Cameron's The Forgetting was inventive and unique, and I was bound to love a book where writing one's own story played so central a role. I really enjoyed the narrator and the detail that was put into her culture, and the direction the story took was surprising. I appreciate when books aren't what I expect, and books that remind me of some of my favorite episodes of Star Trek.

What did you read this year? What did you love?

On New Year's Eve

During my brief stint as an adjunct professor, I would often preface activities I knew my students were unlikely to enjoy with commiseration: it sucks, I get it, we'll get through it together. It wasn't until I taught for a summer reading enrichment program a few years later that I realized my approach was flawed.

It was one of the hardest summers of my life. I was very pregnant (Little Sister was born in September) and on my feet all day. The days were long with minimal time to catch my breath between groups of preschoolers, elementary school kids, middleschoolers, and high school students and adults in the evenings. But it was a pretty incredible summer, too. I don't think I ever felt more empowered as a teacher, nor felt like I had made such an impact.

One of the lessons that has stuck with me since that summer is attempting to frame hard work in a positive way. Yes, it might suck, but as the person in charge, I don't have to say that. What I can say is what we're all going to get out of it, how it's going to be helpful, how it's going to make us better. Those are the things that I can say out loud to assert some modicum of control over how we're going to internalize it.

And now I'm in charge of me, and my experiences. Not only how I live, but how I talk about my life.

2016 was hard, but it was a really good year, too.  This morning I joined a dear friend for a Zumba class we both laughed and flailed inarticulately through, and after an awkward fifty minutes, we cooled down to Prince's Purple Rain. Sweat was in my eyes, and a few tears, too. I stretched my sore muscles. It was absurdly tranquil. It felt like saying goodbye and hello at the same time.

There's a lot to look forward to in 2017, and I have strong friends and allies who will help me work, fight, and celebrate. I know I have to work daily to control my own negativity bias, and to be a force for positivity in the lives of others.

I need to focus on what I can do, and do what I can.

On Christmas Eve

My girls woke me this morning, both of them clamoring at the side of my bed, touching my hands, my face, tugging at what scraps of blanket my husband didn't steal. Little Sister had spent her second night in her big girl bed, and she didn't get out of bed "even one time," according to Miss E. But now they are up. They are ready. They are hungry. It's Christmas Eve.

We made pancakes together while listening to holiday music. After a little while, their daddy roused, entering the kitchen holding two dolls that had been deposited in bed to keep him company.

"I woke up with these two, but I swear, it didn't mean anything," he insisted.

I snorted. My girls were oblivious.

While we made banana faces on each pancake and sprinkled them with powdered sugar snow, two delivery men arrived with a new mattress and box spring to replace the broken one we have been sleeping on for more than a year, the mattress that dips in all of the places my body did when carrying first one baby, and then another. I am not sorry to see it go. My legs and belly and hips are changed enough that even my sentimentality will not miss a ruined mattress.

The delivery men commented on how good breakfast smelled, but because my husband thinks giving them pancakes might be weird, I boxed up some cookies instead. Miss E waited patiently to hand them over, returned to her plate once she had done.

"I gave him the cookies and said 'Merry Christmas' and he smiled," she said, mirroring the expression. "I'm a nice girl."

I want to say, "Sometimes."

But I don't.

The day passed quickly after that, with errands and tidying up and naps and meals. I made sure to write what mattered to me in my journal, to remember to be grateful for what I have, to remember that there are good things, sweet, sincere, worthy little things. But even so when we each opened a present before bundling into the car to look at Christmas lights, when we clutched travel cups of homemade hot cocoa, when Little Sister was as agreeable as ever and Miss E dawdled and complained and finally relented, I felt the nag of anxiety.

"I wish my heart didn't feel so heavy," I told my husband. I have told him this before, with different words. I have been telling him this a lot lately.

There have been hard days in the past. Months. Sometimes more. Knowing it's temporary doesn't make it any easier in the moment, and neither does the guilt I feel in not being completely present, in feeling like I am wasting beautiful moments by not being able to truly give in to them. Still, I read this tonight and I am heartened. Because it is in my nature to feel first and write soon after I am here now, sitting beside my Christmas tree. There are too many presents underneath but because I am not supposed to feel sorry about yet more things I am trying not to.

The light is steady.

The light is warm.

The light is mine, and it is my children and in my children, in the love I feel for my husband. It shows us who and how we are, roots us in what we can do together, for each other, for others. I am frightened and I am sad but I am not undone.

I am daily remaking.

It is Christmas Eve and what I have and hope for myself I hope for you, too.

It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Sithmas

Am I writing all of these posts just for the puns? Maybe. Today we're visiting one of my favorite fictional worlds, which I believe could use a little cheer after its latest installment. Which isn't to say I didn't love Rogue One, it's just, my heart resembles something like a crushed up candy cane after seeing it.

I have to admit that I've never actually seen the real Star Wars Holiday Special. It was before my time, though with the internet I suppose there's no real excuse. I still think, based on what I've read, that I prefer this one.

And another for laughs. This isn't the worst Christmas song ever - I reserve that accolade for anything by The Carpenters and this melancholy number - but it's close.

There's No Place Like Chrome for the Holidays

Building on yesterday's frivolity, I have some similarly foolish things to share today. This one's a real oldie but an absolute goodie - especially now that I am grown up enough that I listen to NPR, and it would be easy to mistake Lynne Rossetto Kasper for Molly Shannon or Ana Gasteyer. In fact, I think I'd be far more likely to listen to The Delicious Dish than I ever am to stay tuned in to The Splendid Table. Even without Alec Baldwin's sonorous tones.

And of course Bustle has gathered an assortment of festive and hilarious SNL sketches, if you're into that sort of thing. Because of course you are.

Happy Christmas from the Internet

I promised I would begin sharing silliness yesterday, but if I can't break arbitrary promises on the internet, where can I? There's considerable nostalgia at Christmastime, and it makes sense. It's a magical time of year for the youngest of us, and while I do believe it's possible to make very merry as a grown-up, I remember the holidays of my youth with a ruby glow, Making liberally glue-sticked and cotton-balled construction paper Christmas decorations with my brother, helping my mom string lights inside the house and my father out, obsessing over the TV guide and when the classic holiday specials would be on television, drinking hot cocoa on Christmas Eve and driving around looking at lights. We still do this last with our children. And perhaps when they've grown up a bit, they'll keep themselves up too, too late singing Christmas carols in bed, as my brother and I did, waiting for Santa Claus.

I've had some sweet moments as an adult, too. One year my husband, then-boyfriend, surprised me with Nenya, and my excitement certainly approached that of the engagement ring he slipped onto my finger a few years later. The year after we were married I obsessively tried to acquire a hodge podge of bride's tree ornaments. I made stockings for the two of us and one each from the same pattern for our girls when they arrived. We've watched them grow into the wonder of the season, and anticipate many years of fun to come. I believed in Santa Claus until i was nine, and I had to be told that he wasn't real. Either my parents were really, really good, or my imagination just wasn't ready to let go. I expect a little bit of both.

And as my community of friends and the source of some of my joys has grown online as well as off, there are some digital delights I revel in each year, such that it doesn't even feel like Christmas, really, until I have. So I thought I would share them with you here. They're not going to change your life, but they might make you smile. And this year, I know I need that more than ever.

Enough with the preamble. I'm giving you two treats today, because I failed you yesterday.

1.  Every year that I can remember as a child we watched A Charlie Brown Christmas, and the past few years we've watched it with our daughters, too. This year my youngest asserts that every piano solo is "Charlie Brown." But what I don't watch with them I certainly giggle to myself over, and that's this classic performed by the cast from Scrubs. Probably only funny if you watched this show and wanted for a hot minute to be one of the cool kids a doctor, but still.
2. I grew up on Star Trek: The Next Generation. So this gets me every year.

'Tis the Season

In no particular order, here are some things that I would like for Christmas.

Please read a book. Let me know which one and I'll try to read it, too. Then we can talk about it, maybe over coffee? But please don't make me leave my house. It's cold outside and I like my jammies.

Something you've made. We can trade - I write a mean short-short story. Or, at least a mildly amusing one. Shall I eviscerate someone in fiction for you?

A mid-afternoon .gif war. I'm most in need of stimulation around 2:00 PM, but as napping at work is definitely out, something to keep my neurons firing would be most appreciated.

An honest review of my work. Here's a little secret: this writer would rather you shared my books than buy them. I mean, buying is excellent, but if I had to choose between the cup of coffee I can buy with my share of the royalties versus the priceless word of mouth recommendation, I know which one I would prefer. I've even got a few copies of my books floating about that I'd be willing to provide for your reading pleasure.

A book recommendation. These are surprisingly challenging to come by, or they're too general and don't feel like they're really for me. I am diligent about what I like, though. Maybe we like some of the same things?

I've got some early gifts for you, too. Beginning this coming Sunday, December 18, I'll be counting down to Christmas with the seven silliest and best things about celebrating in the age of the internet. I'm as nostalgic as the next person for the holidays of my youth, but there's plenty to appreciate about being able to connect with fellow twinkling-light obsessed nerds at the speed of a tweet. If you don't want to have to check back here for frivolity, sign up for my email newsletter and nerd out at your leisure in your inbox.

Under the Covers

My second book has a publication date, a title, and now it has a cover - along with a matching refresh of the first book which will be re-released in paperback at the same time. I haven't been belting it from the rooftops because I am wildly superstitious. If I celebrate too soon, it won't actually happen, right? But, it is happening, so I'm going to make a little noise.

Here's this first lovely little mystery. I feel so lucky to have seen my first book baby realized in not just one but three separate covers, and this one has a sweeping depth to it that I really love. I also had the opportunity I am sure far more deserving writers have dreamed of: to revisit a few sticky places in the story and make small but mighty edits to a book that was first published three years ago.

I want to go to there.

And here, too.

The Dread Goddess follows Eiren in her flight from Jhosch, from Gannet, and from herself as she attempts to reconcile who she knows she is - a gentle-souled storyteller - with the monstrous dread goddess who dwells within her. There's more of her world, more stories, identities literally and figuratively unmasked, madness and havoc and kissing. I am extremely excited about continuing her story and I hope that you are, too.

And I won't be sitting on my hands until their publication on May 30 of next year - I'll be working on the third and final book, partnering with the spectacular Nita Basu of Diversion Books on some promotional fun times, and blogging and reading and mothering and dreaming. If there's something I can do for you or questions I can answer about how I am not going slowly insane managing all of these things, you know how to reach me.