2017 Blog Flashback

2017 was a roller coast of a year for me. My first book came out! I read part of it in front of people for the first time! I wrote most of another book and had to scrap half it and start over! (For some reason the exclamation point in that last one makes me feel better about it). I’m grateful that it was such a productive writing year though, and sometimes I can still hardly believe that there are real print copies of a story I wrote and that people actually have them in their houses. Thanks so much to everyone who has read The Wardrobe Mistress, and to everyone who stops by my blog.

Last year, I put together a 2016 blog recap, and it was kind of fun revisiting some of the random or fun posts I’d almost forgotten about, so it’s officially a tradition now. Here are my favourite posts of the year, by month.

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January

I put together a quiz so you can test your knowledge of troublesome turns of phrase.

I creeped myself out a little bit with this Flash Fiction

I’m still baffled that this bad decision in history was a real event

February

I discovered the delight of madeleines and managed to connect my adoration to literature

I wrote about belladonna and I feel like I should point that out because there’s a lot of poison in the book I’m writing now.

March

I rounded up a list of all the people in history who died from laughing too hard.

I made a compilation of entertaining quotes by Winston Churchill because I guess I’m not even pretending to be cool anymore.

April

I interviewed Crystal King about her delectably dark novel, Feast of Sorrow.

Apparently having caught the interview bug, I pretended to interview Ophelia.  (Yep, fully accepting of my nerdism by now).
PS, I still hate Hamlet

May

Since I spend so much (too much) time sitting at a desk, I shared some helpful stretches.

Jenni Walsh swept me away to a jazzy speakeasy with Bonnie and Clyde in Becoming Bonnie.

June

I went to the Historical Novel Society conference and it was the best time ever.

I wrote a Flash Fiction about a fractured family and now I’ve just realized that ‘Fractured’ would have been a better title than ‘Goodbye’.

Nina Laurin stopped by to talk about her compelling and suspenseful novel Girl Last Seen.

July

I wrote my favourite flash fiction piece so far.

I found out that most queens had pet dogs but one had a pet gazelle.

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I was whisked away to a beautifully dangerous fantasy world in Callie Bates’ The Waking Land.

I wrote a short story about the ‘diamond necklace affair’ that scarred Marie Antoinette’s reputation even though she was innocent (and you can still get a free copy!)

August

August was a busy month for blog posts because I was celebrating the publication of my debut novel, The Wardrobe Mistress. 

I’ve basically got everything you ever wanted to know about Marie Antoinette (just kidding, her life was super complicated) but there’s plenty of details like: surprising facts, her musical nights with the Chevalier St. Georges, a black composer who led a fascinating life and should be more well remembered than he is, how she liked to give her friends personalized perfume, how she did not say ‘let them eat cake’,  a couple of her feuds, and why her dresses were considered scandalous and not for the cost.

Just so you’re educated in preparation for the extremely slim chance that you get whisked back in time to revolutionary France, I covered what you should wear. Full disclosure, given the choice, I would not time travel to revolutionary France.

I once again proved how obscure my sense of humour is with some affectionately mocking fake quotes from the French Revolution.

And finally, I stopped writing about France to gush over Elise Hooper’s novel The Other Alcott.

September

I became obsessed with the idea of moonlight gardens and I’m determined to turn my back yard into one.

I interviewed Devin Murphy about his complex historical novel The Boat Runner.

I wrote about a mayor with an extremely villainesque name whose bad decision burned up a bunch of buildings and caused an unknown number of fatalities.

October

I don’t want to sit next to any of these literary characters at dinner and you probably don’t either.

I love the escapism aspect of reading and found examples that physical descriptions in fiction can help transport the reader.

I shared my treasured apple cake recipe with you all as a token of my esteem.

November

I was lucky enough to have a group of other authors contribute to my three part ‘Lessons from Debut Authors’ series, with tips on submissions, publishing surprises, and advice for book signings, as well as fun stories of publication day celebrations.

Renee Dahlia stopped by to talk about her Bluestocking series, and shared some intriguing snippets.

December

I shared some anecdotes that should make us all grateful for modern surgical procedures.


2017 was a busy blog year, but I have to admit that my favourite blog post is still this one about foxes from last year.

So what’s going on in 2018? I’m having a lot of fun with my Flash Fiction series, so that will continue. Book Addiction will as well, and I already know a few of the amazing books I want to feature and I hope I can point some of you to a new favourite. I think Bad Decisions in History will transition to an occasional post instead of a monthly feature. I’ve been posting that one pretty regularly for two years now, and honestly it’s getting hard to come up with new topics. I might do a few more posts with advice for writers trying to get published, because there’s been some interest in the Lessons from Debut Authors series. (If this would interest you, or if you would like particular topics, let me know in the comments or by email or Twitter).

I hope you have enjoyed all 56 (!) posts of 2017. Lastly, I’m going to take this opportunity to make a small plea of my own – if you’ve read The Wardrobe Mistress, please consider leaving a review on Amazon or Goodreads. Even if you didn’t enjoy it – I promise I won’t even read it, but reviews are so important to authors – and readers – to help new books get discovered. (An excellent thing to keep in mind for other books too!) Thank you so much to everyone who has supported my book with reviews, social media sharing, buying a copy, or just expressing interest in the fact that I even wrote one. You’ve brought the book alive and I’m so grateful.

Cheers to 2018! Stay tuned for the blog to be back on January 3rd with a special book giveaway.

Book Addiction: The Bluestocking Series

It’s been a couple of months since I had a Book Addiction post, so to make up for it, this time it features two books! Renee Dahlia’s Bluestocking series is set in the late 1800s and features clever and determined heroines, both of whom have an interest in medicine. Josephine of the first book, To Charm A Bluestocking, is bookish and determined to become one of the world’s first female doctors. She goes to Holland to chase her dream – but unexpected romance and a villainous professor threaten to derail her plans. In Pursuit of a Bluestocking, the second of the series, Marie’s life plan is fitting together nicely. She’s about to become one of the first ladies to graduate medical school, with a wedding on the horizon. But the murder of her fiancé sends her on a dangerous quest to find the murderer, and save the innocent man who’s been accused.

I love an unconventional and determined heroine, and this time we have two! Renee kindly agreed to an interview about her series and included a few enticing snippets from her books, as well.

What was your inspiration for To Charm A Bluestocking and In Pursuit of a Bluestocking?

My great-grandmother was one of the first women to graduate from medical school in Holland. I thought about the challenges she would have faced, and which of those challenges are still faced by women today. Josephine in Charm is tall and shy, and is being harassed by her professor. Her friends invent a fiancé to keep the professor at bay. Marie in Pursuit thought she was happily engaged, but her fiancé turns out to be a conman. Together with Lord Stanmore, she has to hunt down the thieves.

The third book in the series, The Essence of a Bluestocking, is the story of Claire, the third of this trio of friends, and should be out early 2018.

Did you face any unexpected challenges or pleasant surprises while working on the novel?

Time is my greatest challenge. Like many writers, I balance family commitments, with a day job, and writing. I’m fortunate that a portion of my day job is seasonal, with not much work on over winter, so that provides a day or two a week for writing in the off season. In summer, I write while watching my kids play cricket.

What was your favourite scene to write?

Isn’t that like asking a parent to pick their favourite child? Some scenes wrote themselves, just flowing out, others took more work to craft the emotional context. Probably those scenes end up being favourites because of the work that they are built upon. In every book, I love writing the meet-cute scene, where the characters first crash (sometimes literally) into each other.

Josephine wrapped her cloak around her shoulders to brace against the frigid wind that cut right through her clothes. She strode along with a textbook open, one hand holding her cloak, the other on her book. Her gloved fingers were spread to hold the pages open against that cold wind. Consumed by her book, Josephine digested the information written on the pages. She shivered and wished she’d also worn a scarf to counter this dreadful weather. She closed the book, sliding it under her arm. With her head still down, she adjusted her heavy bag on her shoulder and picked up her pace.

‘Oomph.’ She crashed, hard, into a solid object. Her breath burst out of her and she flailed backwards with the force of the impact. Her arms flew up and grabbed onto something, anything, for balance, only to realise that she had smacked right into a man. A man who hadn’t budged with her impact.

 

What’s your writing process like? Do you have a strict schedule or can you write anywhere, anytime?

Necessity has taught me to be able to write anywhere under any conditions. I tend to do well with deadlines, so sprints with other writers works well, as does a snatched half hour here or there. If I have all day to write, I tend to meander and get distracted.

Your protagonist, Lady Josephine, is determined to become one of the world’s first female doctors. Did you come across any surprising research about medical practices of the time?

I had to research how to treat burns victims, and discovered an early scientific paper on the use of carbolic acid to prevent infection. Here is an extract where I used this research:

‘Do you have the paper with the new recipe?’ asked Claire.

‘Yes. I brought Father’s carriage so I’ve read the whole paper. The results they have been getting are really encouraging with regards to infection, or lack thereof. The recipe is equal parts linseed oil and lime-water with five per cent carbolic acid and a small amount of cocaine as pain relief. I made some up in the kitchen at home and have soaked it in absorbent cotton. If we remove your bandage and lay it over the wound, the paper suggests that we cover it with impermeable rubber. I couldn’t find any at home, but perhaps you have something,’ said Marie, digging in her bag to get out the poultice.

 

If you could pair your book with any drink or snack, what would you suggest?

Potatoes. They were a staple food in Holland at the time of To Charm a Bluestocking, and feature strongly in the formal dinner that occurs in that book. For In Pursuit of a Bluestocking, I researched a luxury train menu from the 1880s and even cooked some of the dishes on that menu before putting them into that book.

The next course arrived. A welcome interruption. Pork rillettes with candied fennel, potato mash and a verjuice dressing. The Dutch obsession with potatoes highlighted by the richness of the pork.

 

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From the book jacket, To Charm A Bluestocking: 

She wants to be one of the world’s first female doctors; romance is not in her plans.

1887: Too tall, too shy and too bookish for England, Lady Josephine moves to Holland to become one of the world’s first female doctors. With only one semester left, she has all but completed her studies when a power-hungry professor, intent on marrying her for her political connections, threatens to prevent her graduation. Together with the other Bluestockings, female comrades-in-study, she comes up with a daring, if somewhat unorthodox plan: acquire a fake fiancé to provide the protection and serenity she needs to pass her final exams.

But when her father sends her Lord Nicholas St. George, he is too much of everything: too handsome, too charming, too tall and too broad and too distracting for Josephine’s peace of mind. She needed someone to keep her professor at bay, not keep her from her work with temptations of long walks, laughing, and languorous kisses.

Just as it seems that Josephine might be able to have it all: a career as a pioneering female doctor and a true love match, everything falls apart and Josephine will find herself in danger of becoming a casualty in the battle between ambition and love.


From the book jacket, In Pursuit of a Bluestocking: 

When he goes hunting a thief, he never expects to catch a bluestocking…

Marie had the perfect life plan: she would satisfy her father’s ambition by graduating as one of the first female doctors in Europe, and she would satisfy her mother’s ambition by marrying a very suitable fiancé in a grandiose society ceremony. Only weeks away from completing the former, Marie is mere days away from achieving the latter. But her whole life is thrown into chaos when her fiancé dies, mysteriously returns, and then is shot and killed, and Marie risks her own reputation to save the life of the man falsely accused of the murder.

Gordon, Lord Stanmore, finally tracks down the conman who stole from his estate, only to find himself embroiled in a murder plot. The woman he rescues offers to rescue him in return, by marrying him and providing an alibi. Gordon’s ready agreement to the scheme grows the more time he spends with his new wife. Her wit, her intelligence, her calm, her charm: Gordon finds himself more and more enchanted with this woman he met by mistake. But as the clues to the identity of the murderer start to align with the clues to the thief, they reveal a more elaborate scheme than he could have imagined, and though he might desire Marie, Gordon is unsure if he can trust her.

As their chase leads them out of Amsterdam and into the UK, both Gordon and Marie must adjust to the life that has been thrust upon them and decide if marriage came first, can love come after?

Flash Fiction: Secrets

I’ve been meaning to post a new flash fiction for ages – finally, here it is! Inspired by a photograph of a letter and a mysterious key. They seem full of secrets.


Now that I’d reached the back of Gran’s closet, cleaning it out became slightly less painful. Like pressing on a bruise instead of stabbing with a hot needle. The dresses and skirts here were old items, obviously treasured, but I had no memories of her wearing them. I pulled out a black dress beaded with jet and flecks of silver. It could have belonged to a stranger, for I’d never seen it before. It smelled faintly of potpourri, the last ghostly linger of perfume.

I laid the dress on the stripped bed, smoothing my fingertips over the straight skirt. I could picture Gran as a flapper, sort of – I’d seen pictures of her with a sleek bob and matte lipstick. The short fringe dangling from the dress’s hem would have swished and trembled with each shimmy of the wearer’s hips, and I smiled to think of Gran dancing in it.

That smile turned into another pulse of pain, mourning sharp in my veins, leaving a salty taste in my mouth. I’d never again hear Gran singing Edith Piaf as she baked strawberry pie, or humming as she picked flowers from her garden to donate to the hospital. That emptiness ached, squeezing the air from my lungs, closing my throat.

I lifted the dress to my cheek, as if it could somehow bring me closer to her again. The fabric crackled under my cheek, which lead me to discover a hidden pocket, cleverly sewn at the hip and just large enough to hold a small piece of paper, folded four times. The heavy creases had grown soft as silk over the years, and I opened the paper with caution, afraid of tearing it. The once-black ink had faded to tea-stain brown, but I could still read the narrow script.

Rosie, it began, addressed to Gran:

After tonight, we’ll never have to see each other again. The plan hasn’t changed, but the time is confirmed. Create a distraction at exactly 9:05. Make sure the back door is unlocked before that. The diary will be hidden at our usual meeting place, and you may reclaim it any time after tonight.

I don’t think I need to say that this secret never leaves us two.

J

My mouth gaped. This mysterious letter didn’t seem as if it could have anything to do with sweet, unselfish Gran. Did it refer to a crime? Worriedly, I checked the other side of the dress for more letters, and instead discovered a hard, tiny bump. I almost tore the skirt’s lining in my attempt to get it free, and then I held a small metal key in my hand. One that would probably unlock a diary.

I gingerly placed the key and the letter on the bedside table. I knew where the diary was. I’d found it once years ago, while playing dress up with Gran’s shoes. She made me promise to never say anything, and I’d childishly agreed, putting it from my mind for the promise of a trip to the park.

If I read it, anything I learned could never be forgotten. Curiosity yanked me toward the diary, nestled in a shoebox, but fear held me back. The contents of the diary could change my view of Gran, snatching her away even more than death already had. My teeth fretted at my lip.

Eventually, I burnt the letter in a green tea scented candle I found on her dresser. I shoved the diary key into my pocket, and turned back to the closet. The tiny key poked me as I moved, its edges sharp, its presence unforgettable.


 

This flash fiction was full of surprises for me. First, it’s longer than I expected. I also meant for this to be a nice story, about someone discovering a pleasant secret about a lost loved one, and it morphed into something ominous. I think indecision is one of the worst feelings, and I’ve been mulling over a couple things in my own life recently, so maybe that’s a factor.

Have a great week, everybody!

Historical Fiction Book Giveaway

My debut novel, The Wardrobe Mistress, has been out in the world for over a month now, and to celebrate I’ve got a fabulous book giveaway! Three winners will get a historical fiction prize pack with six books!

NEXT YEAR IN HAVANA by Chanel Cleeton (February 6th 2018) – In 1958, the daughter of a Cuban sugar baron embarks on a clandestine affair with a passionate revolutionary. In the present, her granddaughter returns to Cuba and discovers the lessons of her grandmother’s past to help her navigate her own romance, and find the true meaning of courage.

THE ORPHAN OF FLORENCE by Jeanne Kalogridis (October 3rd 2017) – A young woman rises from pickpocket to the assistant of “the Magician of Florence” and becomes tangled in a web espionage and murder

LAST CHRISTMAS IN PARIS by Heather Webb and Hazel Gaynor (October 3rd 2017) – Told through a series of heartfelt letters, a privileged young lady and a soldier share their experiences of the First World War, and maybe even find love amid its horrors.

THE LOST SEASON OF LOVE AND SNOW by Jennifer Laam (January 2nd 2018) – A beautiful and intellectual young woman attracts the attention of Russia’s most lauded poet and embarks upon a passionate and tempestuous relationship that leads to a tragic duel.

THE MOST BEAUTIFUL WOMAN IN FLORENCE by Alyssa Palombo (May 1st 2017) – Set in 15th Century Italy, a beautiful woman navigates complex relationships in Florentine society – and develops a passionate intimacy with Sandro Botticelli, leading to her immortalization in his masterpiece painting, The Birth of Venus.

THE WARDROBE MISTRESS by Meghan Masterson (Aug 15th 2017) – One of Marie Antoinette’s wardrobe women is torn between her loyalty to the queen and her love for an idealistic revolutionary as the danger of the French revolution escalates.

This could be you!

So how do you win? There are three ways to enter:

Facebook – Like and comment on the contest post. Extra entry if readers post a photo of one of the books with the hashtag #HistFicContest

Twittertweet using the hashtag #HistFicContest

Instagram – Tag a friend in the contest post, as well as using the hashtag #HistFicContest. Or, post a photo of any of the books in the prize pack, along with the hashtag #HistFicContest.

The winners will be announced on September 28th. Good luck!

 

Interview at 17 Scribes

Earlier this year, I joined a really wonderful group called ’17 Scribes. Everyone is a 2017 debut author, and it’s been an invaluable resource for asking questions, sharing experiences – and making friends! I’ve got an interview about The Wardrobe Mistress on the ’17 Scribes website, and I’d encourage you to check out the other interviews as well. There’s a lot of amazing talent and diverse projects in this group. All my Book Addiction posts since February have featured other 2017 debut authors and their excellent books – more to come in the fall, as well.

Flash Fiction – Haunted

The story that came out of this eye-catching photograph wasn’t quite what I expected, but I think it turned out better that way. It reminded me just how much I love writing flash fiction.

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As I unfold the silky blue cloth wrapping keeping them safe, the fragrance of the daisies drifts through the air; sweet as grass, clean as raindrops, haunting as the pages of an old book. Fresh enough that if I close my eyes, the image of a sun-kissed meadow, scattered with the confetti of wildflowers, forms in my mind and lulls me into a sense of peace.

Exactly as they’re meant to. It startles me, shaking off the drowsiness, and I bring the flowers closer to my face, inspecting them. I guess I didn’t really believe, even though I let myself be tempted into buying them. It seemed like a good story, to buy supposedly magical flowers from the witchy lady at the Renaissance Faire. She sold jewelry too, rings twisted to silver flowers and ravens and Celtic knots, everything as dramatic and beautiful as the pentacle at her throat. Her ears, glinting with gold earrings, tapered almost to a point, and as her papery voice whispered about dreams and escape, I believed her. Head spinning with overpriced mead and an edge of adrenaline, I’d laughed and agreed, lumping the flowers into the cost of the bronze ring now curled around my finger.

“They’ll bring peace and inner calm,” she’d said.

“Who doesn’t need that?” My voice rang, brash and hard, drawing too much attention. Her mouth smiled in response but her eyes stayed slated as mirrors.

I want it now. Tranquility, a reprieve from the curl of nervousness that pinches my stomach and dries my mouth. Even a placebo effect will be enough to give me a moment of peace, if I believe hard enough. I put the flower in my tea, as instructed. It shrivels in the hot water but tastes purer than chamomile.

My heartbeat slows, a steady drumbeat instead of the thrum of a hummingbird’s wings. Warmth steals through my veins, droops my eyelids. I sling my body against the couch cushions, half-listening to the sound of music drifting through the open window.

I wake with sourness and a needle-jab at my temples. My ears hum. Slowly, the nervousness creeps back, sharpened to an edge now that I’ve lost another day and success matters all the more now.

I work all day to make up for precious lost time, dragging my attention from one task to another with methodical resignation. My bones ache with weariness, thoughts drifting like obscuring mist over a mountain peak. At night, I drink a glass of wine, resolutely focusing on the rest of my to-do list, ignoring the flowers.

At bedtime, my resistance crumbles like chalk, and I lift the second flower to my mouth. Its white petals are velvet against my lips before I swallow it whole and let blissful ignorance and apathy wash over me. Dreams don’t exist; I float as nothing, forgetful and calm.

The after effects linger much longer this time, and on the fourth day, I stare at the last flower for ten minutes before gritting my teeth and lifting it into the flame of a lighter held over the sink. The heat stings my thumb, and as the bittersweet smoke curls into the air, I drag it into my lungs.

The shadowy peace twirls out of reach, nagging at the corners of my eyes, fidgeting its way through my fingers. Destroyed, it won’t work again now, and after moment of mourning, a sense of relief rinses over me. The anxiety comes back, but I embrace it because it feels like something. The shining moments need darkness to make them gleam like a pinprick of light.

 

Book Addiction: The Waking Land

I just finished reading The Waking Land by Callie Bates, and this lyrical novel is my latest book addiction. Growing, up, I was obsessed with Tamora Pierce’s “Song of the Lioness” series and The Waking Land captures a similar vein of magic through a vivid, well-drawn universe and a heroic and likable protagonist, with a bit more of a grown-up voice.

Beautifully written and evocative, The Waking Land is the story of Elanna, raised as a hostage in a rival kingdom. She grows to view the king as a father, but when he’s poisoned and she’s accused of his murder, Elanna finds herself back in her homeland of Caeris, where everyone is counting on her to lead a rebellion. Full of magic, romance, and dangerous encounters, it’s a tale of torn loyalties and adventure that will keep readers turning the pages ceaselessly. I particularly loved the fresh twist of Elanna’s magical connection with plants.

Callie Bates has kindly agreed to an interview to talk about her debut novel. Welcome, Callie!

What was your inspiration for The Waking Land?

I wanted to write a story about a young woman, raised as a hostage, who’s taught to despise her people and homeland, but still has an indelible connection to them due to her forbidden magic. I also wanted to use that magic to play with the symbiotic relationship between humans and the natural world. And then I wanted to have some fun with romance, rebellions and poisonous mushrooms! 🙂

Did you face any unexpected challenges or pleasant surprises while working on the novel?

Before I signed with my literary agent, I completely rewrote the book from third person past tense to first person present tense! This was much more than a line-by-line change; I reworked the voice, pacing, character arc, and much of the storyline. I really enjoyed the challenge.

What was your favourite scene to write?

It’s hard to answer this question without spoilers—there’s a scene at the end that’s my true favorite!—but I’m very proud of the prologue. It took a lot of finessing to cram enough backstory into it, keep the perspective of a seven-year-old, and maintain growing tension as she’s taken hostage!

What’s your writing process like? Do you have a strict schedule or can you write anywhere, anytime?

I write my first, loose drafts by hand in a notebook, then transfer to a computer to rewrite and revise. I try not to be too strict or ritualistic, so that I can write in any place and at any time of day. Though I have a desk, the couch is probably my favorite spot!

Do you share an affinity for plants, like your protagonist Elanna? What’s your favourite flower?

I did give Elanna my own love for the natural world–though, alas, I don’t have her magic with plants! And I am not much of a gardener. I love roses of all varieties, especially wild roses. I love wild mushrooms as well—some of which are deadly, and inspired a scene in the book!

If you could pair your book with any drink or snack, what would you suggest?

The Waking Land would pair well with a malty Scottish whiskey, or perhaps some lovely mead!

How can we stay updated on your book news?

I post updates on all my social media feeds: I’m @calliebywords on Twitter and Facebook, and @callie_bates on Instagram. You can also check my website, calliebates.com! 

From the book jacket:

In the lush and magical tradition of Naomi Novik’s award-winning Uprooted comes this riveting debut from brilliant young writer Callie Bates—whose boundless imagination places her among the finest authors of fantasy fiction, including Sarah J. Maas and Sabaa Tahir.

Lady Elanna is fiercely devoted to the king who raised her like a daughter. But when he dies under mysterious circumstances, Elanna is accused of his murder—and must flee for her life.

Returning to the homeland of magical legends she has forsaken, Elanna is forced to reckon with her despised, estranged father, branded a traitor long ago. Feeling a strange, deep connection to the natural world, she also must face the truth about the forces she has always denied or disdained as superstition—powers that suddenly stir within her.

But an all-too-human threat is drawing near, determined to exact vengeance. Now Elanna has no choice but to lead a rebellion against the kingdom to which she once gave her allegiance. Trapped between divided loyalties, she must summon the courage to confront a destiny that could tear her apart.

Author Biography:

Callie Bates is a writer, harpist and certified harp therapist, sometimes artist, and nature nerd. When she’s not creating, she’s hitting the trails or streets and exploring new places. She lives in the Upper Midwest. THE WAKING LAND is her debut fantasy novel and first in a planned trilogy.