
I’ve been… communing with my rage for the past few days. I’m better now. Time to get back to it.

I’ve been… communing with my rage for the past few days. I’m better now. Time to get back to it.
I clearly have some sort of subconscious trauma from commas, because I used them very sparingly in The Rising Son. Most of my final edit has been adding them where appropriate. I’m not sure what they did to offend me in the past, but I’ll try to be better about including them.
(And yet, oddly enough, I will never, ever neglect to use an Oxford comma. And I will notice, and mildly judge, the lack of one. Go figure.)
I’ll have TRS off to be formatted by tomorrow night, hopefully. If so, I’ll have it published by this coming weekend. I meant to have it done sooner, but I went on vacation and for once, I didn’t even think about writing. Well, no, I thought about it. I always think about it. I just didn’t do it.
That’s all for now. If any of you are tackling NaNoWriMo this month, good luck!
I’ve been published in some form or another for almost twenty years now. And while I’m grateful for the emergence of digital publishing because of how it broadened every writer’s horizons in ways we couldn’t have imagined back then (despite my initial “get off my lawn” attitude about it, sorry!), at the end of the day, for me at least, there’s still nothing quite as lovely as holding a physical representation of a story I created. Or a book, as the cool kids call it.
Now I’m off to make more.

Portable magic, indeed.

Coming soon.
Tuck loves that song. If you don’t know who my favorite gum-chewing vampire is, you can meet him here:

Ebook and paperback versions now available.
All that being said, I’m very happy with how this turned out. Using Draft2Digital was shockingly easy, and it makes me really grateful for how far self-publishing has come over the years (for those of you who may have been around long enough to remember things like the Small Publisher’s Co-op back in the day). I’m hoping to have The Rising Son (#2) republished within the next few weeks, and after that, I can fully focus on finishing Two Princes (#3) and Freeroll (part 1 is available here but not forever).
I love it when a plan comes together. Okay, yeah, that’s from The A-Team, but it still applies.
I really love being in “the zone” when I’m working on a story. The problem is that I forget to do little things like sleep. Who has time for that when there’s creating to be done? Back when I originally wrote Family Matters, I was lucky if I got 3-4 hours of sleep a night, in addition to working a day job. But I just couldn’t turn off my brain. My entire existence was writing that story. And I was perfectly okay with that… except that one time I had a little bout of microsleep while I was driving home from work and, during those few seconds, dreamt about Philip Seymour Hoffman being naked and covered in gold paint for some reason. I have no idea where that came from; maybe my brain decided to give me one of the weirdest mini-dreams ever as a reminder to get some damn sleep before I wake up in a ditch. At best.
So now I’m determined to get more sleep while I’m working on a story. Maybe not tonight, because it’s almost 6am right now, but eventually.
The revised Family Matters, complete with a bunch of bonus content, is in the hands of my formatter now (@arkonna at Fiverr, who has been exceedingly awesome with my previous stories), and as soon as they’re done working their magic, I’ll be publishing it. Stay tuned.
But first, sleep.
As I was setting all of this up and WP prompted me for a site title, I briefly contemplated “The Cling” based on my name having most of those letters in it. Then I looked it up and discovered it was slang for a clitoris ring. So, that almost happened.
I’m here to talk about writing. Most of my own work consists of gay and bisexual supernatural beings. Primarily vampires. Eventually angels. And whatever else pops into my head. It’s pretty crowded in there.
It’s very nice to meet you. Or, if you knew my friend, “Emma Peterson,” it’s very nice to see you again.
C.L. Ingro