My inscape on sheets and sheets ...

Wow! A whole year later and this book is still not done. Granted, 2020 took everything I had just to get through, My anxiety was at an all time high and it's only moderately better managed now. I'm holding on. I hope you are to.

Of the very good, edits are not bad. We're at 85K words now. Things are coming together. I sent the MS out for beta reads late in 2019 and all of the notes that came back were terrific. Daunting to work through, but terrific. I even started a new MS. Fingers crossed I get this one ready for submissions in July. I think I can. I think I can. I think I can.

Tell me your good news and all your thoughts of god ... I'd really like to meet him. ;)

Fic: In Certain Light (The Irregulars - Netflix - pre-canon, pre S1)

Only in Certain Light
Fandom: The Irregulars (Netflix)
Rating: PG
Summary: Sisters in mid-winter dealing with growing up. Bea and Jessie and the ghost of Alice Cook between them. pre-series, pre-canon.



“The great mother whom we call Innana gave a gift to woman that is not known among men,
and this is the secret of blood.” – Anita Diamant, The Red Tent




It started with blood.

Of course it started with blood.

It was never going to be anything else and they both realized it the moment Jess woke screaming, blood pooled in her drawers and staining the sheets.

Bea reached out and Jessie jerked back, dragged up her skirts and thrust her hand between her thighs. Her hand came back tipped in blood and she sobbed. This was the landscape where mothers reigned, but there was no mother here. Alice Cook was a memory, thin and fragile and nearly all made up.

Read on A03