Lexical Gap No. 9: Handschuhschneeballwerfer

Savannah, southern gothic, and ghosts

Apologies for this month's newsletter going out a little late. September has been has been—to put it indelicately—a bit of a shitshow. I have had to work 10+ hour days at the day job, which eats into valuable writing time, not to mention crucial mental real estate. I have had to deal with some family issues, which necessitated me flying out to California on very short notice. I had to ask for an extension on Book 2, partially because I haven't had time to take care of my health, let alone writing, but also because I didn't know until very recently what Book 2 was going to be about. #pantserproblems

But! In between the chaos that is my life, I went down to Savannah for the Southern Independent Bookseller Alliance's fall show. Roshani Chokshi and I took a road trip together, wherein we indulged in all sorts of gothic tomfoolery, including a ghost tour and a visit to the famous Bonaventure Cemetery. For all that I'm fairly goth, I fall more on the Scully side of the skeptic-believer spec…