When I originally started writing this blog, I decided I didn’t want to get “too personal” on it for the fear that I would put people off my writing
(aka HURT SALES), but I decided that about six years ago, back when I was young and naïve and didn’t really think about the fact that writing by its very nature invites people deep within your psyche.
So, there’s that. I thought I could write and write and pour things out from my heart and no one would ever connect those stories with “the real me” in quite the same way as a blog where I actually talk about my life in real terms.
I don’t always have a smart.
Anyway, I was raised by a staunch Protestant woman, a Methodist to be exact, to the age of twelve (which is significant to me in a lot of ways), and then basically turned out into the world. Around that same time that the woman who raised me deemed me to be an adult, I became Pagan and dedicated myself on a learning path. Alone, one dark gray morning, shivering in my underwear on a country hillside, surrounded by candles I donned the ferocious seriousness only the very young are capable of and made wild promises to myself and the universe to find something mysterious and strange in the lost frontiers of mysticism.
I had some very unformed and vague ideas about what that might mean then. After twenty-two years on the pagan path, I’m still not always quite sure what I’m doing, but I’m very happy here.
This is the long way around for me to say that I’m Pagan, and it’s Midsummer (the Summer Solstice), and this is a holiday for me. Pagans have a lot of holidays, though we don’t come anywhere near the mind boggling amount of holy days that institutions like, say, the Roman Catholic Church technically celebrate. And the number of holidays one celebrates depends on what brand of Pagan you are as well, but nearly all pagans agree that the Summer and Winter Solstices are holy days. For me personally, I celebrate the Wheel of the Year (4 high holidays and 4 lesser holidays), as well as the Esbats (full moons) and the new moons, which don’t have a special name, as far as I know. I just like the new moon as a “reset” time for my mental energy.
Today, I’m planning to celebrate the Summer Solstice, or Midsummer, by writing an astronomical amount of words, (I’m shooting for over 10k.) and then I’m going to go to the beach. After the sun sets, I’m planning to head downtown and see the fountain illuminated in rainbow lights for Pride. Our city has been surprisingly supportive given the general conservativeness of the area that surrounds it.
So, in summary, I’m your local friendly pagan/witchywoo writer, I’m LGBTQ and I love weaving wonderful stories for you to read.
What am I up to writing wise?
Right now, Meg and I are working on the next Cherry Hollow books and will be plotting another big project this weekend that I am out of my mind excited for.
Midsummer/The Summer Solstice is for Abundance and making Wishes that will be fulfilled through hard work, hopefully by Mabon (the Autumnal Equinox). So, start wishing and working, and we’ll get there together.
Happy reading, friends, and happy holidays, whichever ones you choose to celebrate! Life is about the choices we make, so pick wisely and cheerfully.
Welcome to Cherry Hollow…. Home of the Cherry Festival!
Book #1 in the Cherry Hollow Series
Sheriff Trent Miller was happy with his perfect little life. Being a thirty-six-year-old omega with no partner or family suited him just fine, until it all changed. When he ran out of his heat-suppressant pills and his doctor refused to prescribe more, he had his first heat in years. Around the same time, a young alpha who drives him crazy started working as his partner.
Lawson Fisher hated Cherry Hollow. He only returned to his small hometown to help his papa when his dad was diagnosed with cancer. Working alongside Sheriff Miller was frustrating at the best of times, but when Trent went into heat, Lawson felt it was his duty to help him through it, like any good alpha. Besides, he couldn’t seem to keep his hands off Trent.
The more time Lawson spends with Trent, the more he realizes the omega isn’t as bad as he first thought. When they find out Trent’s pregnant, both their lives change. They need to decide the best thing to do for themselves and their baby, especially since not everyone in town is rooting for them to have a happily ever after.
Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07NL89YN2
Amazon AU: https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B07NL89YN2
Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07NL89YN2