There will be dust!
I’m revamping my website to reflect a brilliant, more confident moi. Oh, who am I kidding. I get bored. I finally got totally disgusted by how all the little pictures were different sizes. They’re supposed to all be the same. My stupid carousel is supposed to be centered and each picture is supposed to contain a link that will take you to your favorite store.
I overheard this conversation about HTML and CSS and how maybe things have changed and I need to update stuff. If they’re going to change coding languages without telling me, what am I supposed to do???
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You knew it was coming eventually. Get READY!
It’s almost here!
Healey Holly is battered, depressed, and looking to go to ground in his childhood home. He wants to rent the garage apartment, but it’s Diego Luz’s place now, and the last thing Diego wants is to share it.
Diego is recovering too—from the accident that put him in a wheelchair and the death of his mother shortly after. The garage apartment is where he’s keeping his mother’s things, and as long as they’re up those stairs and he’s down on the ground, there’s no way he can deal with his loss. And that’s just how he likes it.
Healey believes in science. Diego believes in luck. It will take a blend of both, and some prayer thrown in besides, for these two to learn that it’s the journey and the destination that matters.
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One More Thing…
Look at me trying to look like I had a plan… I know that at this point my workflow automation might feel a little backed up, and my newsletter asks you to sign up for something and then it sends you to another site that makes you do it again. I apologize for these dumb little things that happen from time to time. Authors are creatives. We get bogged down sometimes and we look at yet another afternoon of resizing photos, and it feels like a much better plan to jump in the pool. Or, you know. Cook for the family, #resist indifference to human suffering, or stare at the wall because maybe it’s the only thing that didn’t give me grief all day!
I’ll try to be more proactive about marketing, which mostly consists of making my books available everywhere and in every format in which you might conceivably need them, and also I plan to step out from the shadows more often to say hi here, and not just on the book of faces.