Our Crimes Collide Kickstarter ends this week, and it’s really going gangbusters. We funded in record time and hit our first stretch goal in record time, too. Kickstarter named it a “Project We Love” almost immediately, too.
We can’t thank you enough for the support!
If you missed my blog last week and don’t know what I’m talking about, here’s a quick summary:
Kris and Dean are collecting 100 of their mystery short stories together into a five-volume set called Crimes Collide. Fifty stories from each author in the series; ten stories from each author in every volume.
My daughter loves crime stories. Maybe more than she should at 11.
It’s all Kristine Kathryn Rusch’s fault, really. Not because Kris is a fantastic crime writer, which, of course, she is. But because when the pandemic shut down the schools in 2020, Kris sent me a link to The Mob Museum’s virtual summer camp. It was fabulous! Nola learned all about forensic science. And she became hooked on solving crimes, especially murders.
It’s safe to say that now crime is Nola’s favorite genre. True crime, fictional crime, all is fair game. We even recently watched a documentary on Ted Bundy.
I’d worry more if she wasn’t so interested in catching the criminals
It’s that time of year again when we’re supposed to be full-on into our New Year’s resolutions. And we’re totally on that, right?
Well, maybe not. Thanks to Omicron, the gym’s out. We can still try to improve our eating habits, although I just got the annual call to order Girl Scout cookies, so….
And given everything that’s going on in the world, you can take your Dry January and, well, you know. (I mean, if you want to commit to that, go for it. I’m proud of you. But I will not be joining you.)
But there’s one aspect of life that I think is primed for resolutions: taking charge of your work life.
Is it just me, or did this year feel like, well, a lot?
The pandemic didn’t help that, of course. We’re still wearing masks, still weighing the risk of every outing and human interaction, and I’ve gotten more shots in the arm this year than I have since I was a kid.
I’ve also lost two of my furry family members this year. I have two left, but at 17½ years and 16 years, it’s about appreciating each day with them at this point.
Emotionally, this year has been difficult. But I’ve had plenty of work to distract me, thank goodness.
We’re a small but resourceful staff here at WMG. As of the end of 2021, we have three full-time employees. We do contract out some work, but the three of us (me, Gwyneth and Josh) make up the core team.
And the feat this team pulled off this year is nothing short of…I’m searching for the right word here, because insane is what keeps coming to mind.
I’d be lying if I said I was dreaming of a white Christmas this year. Not because I don’t absolutely love white Christmases. I very much do. They are magical.
But living on the Oregon Coast, where you’re far more likely to see a rainbow than a snowflake, I gave up on the idea of a white Christmas at my house years ago. I mean, we might see snow a time or two some years. But the chances of seeing a white Christmas in Portland (where it actually does snow) are only 1 to 3 percent. Here, almost zero.
But this year, a Christmas miracle.
Christmas week has come at last, and with it some much-needed joyful celebration.
The WMG offices will be closed Dec. 22-26 and Dec. 29-Jan. 2 so our staff can spend time with their families (safely, of course). And in my household, we have plans!
We have cookies to bake and presents to wrap and holiday movies to watch!
But before I do all that, I have an annual tradition to fulfill. A gift to you, dear readers.
As the holiday festivities continue to ramp up, we’ve gone all-in here at WMG. We’ve even got our first-ever holiday issue of Pulphouse Fiction Magazine hitting the proverbial shelves later this week!
About half of the stories in Pulphouse Issue #15 have a holiday connection.
Now granted, this is Pulphouse, so the holiday stories here are not normal holiday stories. They are everything you’d expect from a Pulphouse story, but with a holiday twist.
It has begun. Christmas at the Longueira/Hurley house is in full swing. My husband has created a wonderland of Christmas lights outside (you do NOT want to know our lighting budget…). Inside, the tree is up, the regular dishes and some of our usual decorative items have been swapped out for Christmas ones, the stockings are hung, and the train is set up.
But most importantly, the advent calendars have begun and my daughter’s Elves on the Shelf have returned.
And my daughter can’t stop saying how much she loves Christmas.
As soon as Americans finish their Thanksgiving feasts, the holiday shopping season launches into full swing with Black Friday, Small Business Saturday, and Cyber Monday.
Now, here at WMG, we’ve been gearing up for the holidays for weeks, as readers of this blog are well aware.
But since today is Cyber Monday, I thought we’d join in on the fun by offering deals for our writers AND our readers.
For our writers, we’re running a special Black Friday/Cyber Monday Sale on our Teachable platform.
Thanksgiving has taken on new meaning for me since my brain surgery. Near-death experiences tend to change your perspective.
My experience of American Thanksgiving before the pandemic revolved, like many celebrations do, around food.
I only had one “normal” Thanksgiving after my surgery, which was spent with my husband’s family and a huge buffet of Thanksgiving dishes. In the beforetimes, I always enjoyed spending Thanksgiving elsewhere. Growing up, we always traveled for Thanksgiving, so I was never involved in the meal preparation aspect of the holiday. My experience was seeing family I rarely saw otherwise and eating food prepared by others. There’s pretty standard fare at American Thanksgiving: turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, pumpkin pie…