The End, Kinda

The last book in my Folley & Mallory series drops today, and perhaps I am having feelings about that, but god forbid we explore those, because it's all too hard to contemplate; this seems to be my year of endings.

Dramatic! But, many things have come to an end, so it feels apt.

There are quite a few hundred quotes about endings on Goodreads. By dudes. White dudes who wrote things. What if, instead we think about creation for a breath.

Week of 6/9 in Leo: A very certain type of creation. Is it really ok to just sleep. What if there is only that. Then be ready for it.— Astro Poets (@poetastrologers) June 10, 2019

A very certain type of creation.

A writer who has written a thing, and has closed the chapters on that thing, and is now... Writing the next thing. Writing the next thing in the wake of having read a thing that has convinced me I cannot write the very thing I hope to.

We are always trying to write the next thing.

Sometimes we succeed, and sometimes we sleep.

What if there is only that.

My first idea for the F&M books was that they were set in the future -- they were Way More Science-Fiction, people from the future heading to the past by Techno Means, to salvage the world they wanted to live in from the dust of a centuries.

That didn't work out.

My second idea for the F&M books was that they were set in the past -- and also the ancient past. That they were about daughters and mothers, and the impossible tangle of Stuff between them. That they were about broken families, and chosen families, and how we can be deceived by the very thing we love so much.

What if there is only that.

These books didn't achieve all I hoped they would. I will write the next thing. I will begin the agent hunt anew. I will submit the thing, and submit it again. I will write the next thing. I will begin the agent hunt anew. I will submit the thing, and submit it again. Maybe I'm not a novelist. My morning pages wondered if I was done with writing as a whole. But I don't make such decisions in the wake of disappointment.

I will write the next thing.

We end a thing. We start a thing.

We end. We start again.

What if there is only that.

Then be ready for it.

Ready for adventures in ancient Egypt? Maybe you'll give my books a peek! Archaeologist Eleanor Folley has searched for the truth about her mother's disappearance her whole life -- but the truth is stranger and weirder than she ever knew. Agent Virgil Mallory seeks answers of his own, but was never quite prepared for those he unexpectedly found in Miss Folley. Dean Smith-Richard claims it's "Miss Fisher meets Indiana Jones," and I cannot disagree, so I hope you'll join Folley and Mallory on their adventures in early-20th century Paris, and ancient Egypt!

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