2017 Writing Goals

2017 Planner

As we look forward to another year I thought I’d share some of my writing goals for 2017:

  • Publish Daughters of Shadow and Blood – Book III (duh)
  • Audiobooks for Yasamin and Elena
  • Edit YA alternate history fantasy novel
  • Write at least two novellas in a new Southern Gothic series
  • New Serbian Bureau of Strange Occurrences short stories (or maybe a novella)
  • New Yasamin short stories
  • More linked stories in the vein (heh) of The Big Bad and The Big Bad II.

So, what does everyone think? What are your writing goals for 2017?

Neil Gaiman Reads Edgar Allan Poe’s “The Raven”

The Worldbuilders charity passed a very big stretch goal for 2016 (one million dollars!), so today Neil Gaiman read a poem chosen for him by the charity: Edgar Allan Poe’s “The Raven.” Surrounded by candles, a flickering fire, and wearing the coat of a murdered prince of Stormhold, Gaiman is here to make the changing seasons more atmospheric for fans everywhere.

Courtesy of Tor.com.

5 Vampire Novels That Don’t Sparkle

The vampire, perennial monster, has received somewhat of a makeover in recent years. For almost two decades it has become romantic hero and seducer, often aimed at younger consumers. Twilight as well as the Vampire Diaries series may be the most obvious exponents of this trend, but the seeds were already planted in shows like Buffy (remember Angel?), and the territory continues to be watered with numerous vampire men in the urban fantasy or romance section of the bookstore, who must invariably profess eternal love to a nubile woman.

Courtesy of Tor.com.

Traveling Through Transylvania With ‘Dracula’ as a Guide

Nighttime in Transylvania is as atmospherically spooky as you would hope it would be. During the winter, a thick, low-lying mist covers thick forests of pine trees and firs. Above the fog, you can see the silhouetted turrets and spires of ancient castles and fortified churches. Many of the old homes there still burn wood fires, adding to the smoky air, while the towns are filled with gothic and baroque buildings that were once beautiful, but are now marked by peeling paint and crumbling facades.

Courtesy of Atlas Obscura.

Look for the Magic: a #HoldOntoTheLight Post


You’ve never been suicidal. You’ve never wanted to cut yourself or even felt the urge to do it. You’ve never been on medication. You’ve tried counseling once or twice, but you didn’t really get anything out of it. You feel guilty even using the word depression because you know other people have it so much worse, but when you hear them talk about it, you know exactly what they’re describing. You know the anger, the frustration, the self-doubt, the fear, the shame. You know the voice that whispers in your ear that you’re worthless, that you don’t belong, that you’re wrong somehow. It tells you no one likes you. They only pretend. They barely tolerate you.

The guilt isn’t the only reason you don’t talk about it much. You learned at an early age, when you were a nerdy kid who couldn’t relate to any of the other kids, that no one cared what you had to say. And so you don’t say anything at all. You work hard to be normal and perfect, even though you know deep down there’s no such thing as normal or perfect. Most of the time, you enjoy the life you’ve built. Most of the time you’re what you’d call happy, or at least content.

But just a little nudge—cancelled plans, an offhanded comment from a friend, a critical remark from a coworker—and the house of cards comes tumbling down. The depression hollows you out. The voice is too loud to ignore, too insistent to push away. You go through the motions for a day or a week because you’re stubborn and you do what you have to do, but you’re not there, not really.


At some point you manage to remember something you forgot, something important. You remember that the world is a beautiful, wonderful awe-inspiring place full of magic, if you know where to look.

You go looking for the magic.

And you find it.

You find it in the rhythm of your feet and the beating of your heart as you run. You find it sharing a meal and laughter with friends. You find it in the pages of a book, in the notes of a song, in the lines from a movie. You find it making art. You find it holding someone’s hand.

You think that maybe you should talk about it more, that you shouldn’t feel guilty, because your pain is real, and maybe there are others who need to know they’re not alone, who hear the voice that whispers poison, and who need another voice that says, louder, “There’s magic in the world. Go find it.”

About the campaign:

#HoldOnToTheLight is a blog campaign encompassing blog posts by fantasy and science fiction authors around the world in an effort to raise awareness around treatment for depression, suicide prevention, domestic violence intervention, PTSD initiatives, bullying prevention and other mental health-related issues. We believe fandom should be supportive, welcoming and inclusive, in the long tradition of fandom taking care of its own. We encourage readers and fans to seek the help they or their loved ones need without shame or embarrassment.

Please consider donating to or volunteering for organizations dedicated to treatment and prevention such as: American Foundation for Suicide Prevention, Hope for the Warriors (PTSD), National Alliance on Mental Illness (NAMI), Canadian Mental Health Association, MIND (UK), SANE (UK), BeyondBlue (Australia), To Write Love On Her Arms (TWLOHA) and the National Suicide Prevention Hotline.

To find out more about #HoldOnToTheLight, find a list of participating authors and blog posts, or reach a media contact, go to http://www.HoldOnToTheLight.com and join us on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/WeHoldOnToTheLight.

I’ll be at ConCarolinas, June 3-5, Charlotte, NC

I’m a guest this weekend at ConCarolinas in Charlotte , NC at the Embassy Suites Concord. Here’s my schedule. When I’m not on panels I’ll be out at my table with copies of books ready to sign. Come find me!

Friday, June 3
4:00 p.m. Research for Dummies
5:00 p.m. Paranormal Suspense – How to Ramp up Action in your Paranormal
8:00 p.m. The Burden of Years

Saturday, June 4
9:00 a.m. Don’t You Wish You started Ten Years Ago? The Realities of Self Publishing
3:00 p.m. The Trouble with Trilogies

Sunday, June 5
2:00 p.m. Are We Working Too Hard?

Monster Monday: Mykonos Vampire

We all know about vampires and werewolves, or at least we think we do. The legends and myths that inspired these monsters are sometimes surprisingly different, but no less chilling. In this series of posts, Monster Monday, we’ll investigate the monsters that have informed our modern notions, as well as some lesser known monsters. Today, we talk about the Mykonos Vampire.

Title page of the account of Joseph Pitton de Tournefort's journey through the Levant
Title page of the account of Joseph Pitton de Tournefort’s journey through the Levant

This story was recorded by a French botanist named Joseph Pitton de Tournefort traveling on the Greek island of Mykonos in 1701. A peasant who had been an unpleasant person during life died and was buried, but a few days later people began to report seeing him at night. He came into people’s homes, overturned furniture, put out lamps, made noise, and other mostly harmless tricks. However, when he started harassing the islands wealthy residents, they called in priests to stop him.

They exhumed the body and said a mass over the corpse, and then they called in the town butcher to cut out the heart so they could burn it. The butcher, though, was old and more familiar with sheep anatomy than human anatomy. He mutilated the body while trying to find the heart. The priests burned incense to cover the smell, but Tournefort suggested the stench caused those present to hallucinate, and many of them began screaming “Vrykolakas!” at the sight of the body, which was said to be still warm and filled with fresh blood.

They took the heart to the seashore and burned it, but the vampire still appeared, this time angrier. He began beating people, breaking windows, and doors, and tearing clothes. The priests decided that they should have burned the heart, then said mass, so they marched around the village chanting, saying prayers, and throwing holy water on the doors of the houses. It did not stop the vampire, however, and just before everyone considered leaving for the neighboring islands, they decided to dig up the body again and burn the entire corpse. When they did, peace was finally restored.