This morning , while e-celebrating wrapping up the last major set of revisions on my co-written (and totally banana-pants) academy novel, a friend of mine asked me to sum up my approach to revision. Writing this book has been the best experience. It’s also been a revision adventure!

It's a truth universally acknowledged that I have been terrible at updating my blog and sending newsletters. But that is about to change… I've been lucky enough to stumble into a group of talented fantasy and UF writers, all working on stories connected through a shared world.

So we’ve reached 2019. Whoa. How in the heck… I had grand plans for writing all the things I’d meant to write in 2017, and then in 2018. It’s a long list. But to mark this new(ish) year, I want to talk about puppies. My puppy, to be precise. This is the story of how she got her name...

It began, as so many things do, at Christmas. A cheese-soaked lull between brunch and dinner, early… but not too early for drinks.

(Never too early for drinks.)

Scrape. Oh the dentist's office. You sit down in a reclining chair that seems designed to be comfortable, but is actual built to prevent easy escape. You're given headphones and a TV remote, but only have daytime TV. If you can hear it over the drill…