Autumn Days Are Here Again

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The summer felt like it would never end, but finally it’s candle weather again. In August I penned a Halloween-themed middle grade book featuring a haunted house, a creepy corn maze, and a graveyard where the skeletons come to life. It was crazy fun to write and teleported me straight into the spooky season like a time machine. Books, whether you’re reading them or writing them, are magic like that.

While the draft of Halloween Eternal sits in a dark corner waiting for my return (I can feel, right now, the weight of its sinister glare), I am working on a final edit for a cozy mystery I wrote last fall. That book features a wintry mountain town, a delightful ice cream parlour, and, of course, a dead body. In the tradition of cozies, there are more giggles than gore, and the only explicit descriptions are of desserts.

As for The House on Linden Way, my adult novel about a woman who visits her childhood home and becomes trapped in living memories, I am still out on submission. I told myself I would query agents for a year and then switch to small publishers. My year runs out in December, but so far I’ve received three requests for fulls and one partial that I sent out last week. So maybe there is hope; after all, what better time for an agent to fall in love with a melancholy ghost story than the shadowy days of autumn?