Occasionally, I do art

So I sometimes draw stuff and I feel like I never post this kind of stuff on my blog, so here goes:

A doodle of Marjorie Diaz, the protagonist of my Marjorie Diaz book series.
Rhine Tseng, my Marvel (Mary Sue) OC. That I just made.

The Twitch Stream has come to an end, but you can still watch it on my channel!

I had a great time streaming for all of you! I probably lost my voice and streaming for this long was probably a bad idea, but I hope all of you enjoyed it!

No worries if you missed it, though because you can view it anytime on my channel by going here!

Thank you to everyone who showed up to support me. It was a blast! And don’t forget to grab a copy of Marjorie Book 2!

In this house, we stream on Twitch & we are still going strong!

It is a few hours into my Marjorie Diaz Book 2 release party & Twitch stream and I am excited to say that we are still going strong!

But I’ll be here for a few hours yet! Asking questions, reading chapters, and ultimately failing at video games. So drop on in! The water’s fine!

The Twitch Stream breakdown:

3-4:30: Sims 4 & A chapter read
4:30-6:00: Far Cry & $20 giveaway announcement
6:00-7:00: I try to play Bomberman & read the Bomberman scene from Book 1
7:00-9:00: I fail at playing Overwatch &announce giveaway winners

While I do all of this, I will be answering questions about myself and my books and hosting various giveaways.

If you tune in and ask questions, you’ll be entered to win a free signed paperback of any of my books. Whichever one you want! It’s gonna be ah-mazing!

So, tune into my twitch stream anytime before to 9pm (PDT) and support me!

Also, if you can: consider buying me a Ko-Fi to help me through this 6 hour stream.

The time is upon us! My Twitch Stream is Live!

I am so excited to share Marjorie Diaz’s Unfortunate Introduction to Ancestral Politics & Foul Play with all of you! I’ve been working on this book since the second I published the first one, Marjorie Diaz’s Unfortunate Introduction to Magical High Society last year.

I can’t believe it’s finally happening! My fourth book!

But you didn’t come here to listen to me ramble. You came here to learn about my twitch stream! So let me break it down for ya.

I’ll be live on Twitch for about 6 hours playing various video games from now (3pm Pacific time) to 9pm (PDT) and we are gonna have a blast.

The Twitch Stream breakdown:

3-4:30: Sims 4 & A chapter read
4:30-6:00: Far Cry & $20 giveaway announcement
6:00-7:00: I try to play Bomberman & read the Bomberman scene from Book 1
7:00-9:00: I fail at playing Overwatch &announce giveaway winners

While I do all of this, I will be answering questions about myself and my books and hosting various giveaways.

If you tune in and ask questions, you’ll be entered to win a free signed paperback of any of my books. Whichever one you want! It’s gonna be ah-mazing!

So, tune into my twitch stream anytime between 3pm (PDT) to 9pm (PDT) and support me!

Also, if you can: consider buying me a Ko-Fi to help me through this 6 hour stream.

Flash Fiction: Chilly Weather, Bloody Sweater

SPOILERS FOR MARJORIE DIAZ BOOK ONE

You’ve been WARNED.

It was just starting to get cold, long sweaters and pumpkin spice lattes making their annual resurgence.

Marjorie Diaz walked down a crowded street in New York, slipping past several people and some friendly (mostly unfriendly) ghosts. It had taken some getting used to, living on this side of whatever insane magical veil the supernatural creatures of old had erected over the natural world. Especially considering her ex-boyfriend’s family basically ran the place.

The Watkins were supernatural royalty. Had been for generations. Something Lucian had neglected to tell her when she mentioned him a billion times in their late night half-asleep gush sessions. Now she’d pissed off an entire family of bloodthirsty vampires or whatever supernatural being this part of the Watkins family was. Probably vampires.

Though Patrick had seemed so normal. Then again, so had Lucian. And her entire family. Yet they had all been necromancers. For their whole lives. For as long as she’d known them. It was so strange to think about. The key Lucian had given her had unlocked so many things she hadn’t been able to see before.

Still, some part of her thought she should have known.

She was meeting Lucian downtown for Dim Sum. It had been awhile since they’d spent any time together. Lucian had moved back home after school to “complete her training” and Marjorie had moved to some dump in Brooklyn with a bunch of roommates. She didn’t mind them much, they were mostly nocturnal (werewolves).

She settled into a booth in the back of the restaurant and looked over the menu. She already knew what she wanted, but Lucian was late as always. She checked her phone just as Lucian settled down across from her.

Marjorie glanced up to greet her, but the words died in her throat. Lucian’s sweater was covered in blood. She nervously glanced around the shop, wondering if anyone else noticed.

“What?” Lucian asked, glancing up from her menu.

“Um,” Marjorie motioned to her sweater, eyes wide.

Lucian glanced down. “Oh,” she said, “I keep forgetting I gave you that key.”

Marjorie’s eyes nearly bugged completely out of her head. “How often do you do this?”

Lucian glanced at her sheepishly. “I’m literally always running late, sometimes I forget to change. It’s only chicken blood.”

“Still,” Marjorie said.

Lucian rolled her eyes. “Don’t make me regret granting you entrance to the ‘magical realm’.”

Flash Fiction: A Different Kind of Graveyard

SPOILERS FOR MARJORIE DIAZ BOOK ONE

This is a re-imagining of the iconic ending scene. You have been WARNED.

“I wasn’t going to show you this,” Lucian said the moment she and Marjorie had come home from dinner with her parents after graduation, “but considering you managed to piss off the entire Watkins clan, I feel like I sort of have to at this point.”

Marjorie looked at her as if she had lost her mind. “Um, okay. But I’m really exhausted after today and whatever so can it wait until I’ve slept?”

Lucian crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes. “No.”

Marjorie let her head fall back and she groaned. “Lucian, please.”

“It won’t take long and I’ll sleep better knowing you know and everything is right with the world because holy shit has it been hard not to tell you.”

Marjorie groaned again. “Fine, but can we at least have coffee?”

“We’ll buy some on the way, my treat.”

“On the way?” Marjorie asked, “You mean we have to leave again? I don’t think either of us is okay enough to drive.”

“I’m fine.”

Marjorie eyed her suspiciously.

“What? I am.”

“Fine, whatever, but if we die because you fall asleep at the wheel I’m going to come back from the dead and kill you. I don’t care if it isn’t possible. I’ll make it possible.”

“How do you know it’s not already possible?” Lucian said quietly with a wan smile.

*

Lucian drives them to a graveyard. It’s thick with trees and shadows and almost impossible to see from the road.

Marjorie looks absolutely pissed. “A graveyard?” Her voice is almost shrill, hands clenching and unclenching by her sides as if she isn’t sure whether she should punch Lucian or not.

“Yep,” Lucian said, “a graveyard.” She parked the car. “Come on.”

Marjorie complained, but she followed anyways. She was too tired to argue.

Lucian led her through a thicket of trees to a closed off area at the back of the cemetery. There were only a few gravestones. A few giant concrete angels, a few bronze plaques on the ground, with the rest of the space made up by a mausoleum.

“Why are we here?” Marjorie asked. She looked exhausted and annoyed. After the week she’s had, Lucian can’t really blame her.

“I’m going to show you a different kind of graveyard,” Lucian said, pulling a small black skeleton key out of her pocket.

“Please tell me you’re not going to unlock that mausoleum,” Marjorie deadpanned.

“No,” Lucian says, offering the key to Marjorie, “this is for you.”

Marjorie stared at her blankly. “Why?”

“Just take it,” she said, offering the key more insistently.

Marjorie rolled her eyes. “If I take it, can we leave?”

“Yes.”

“Fine.”

Marjorie takes the key and the entire world transforms around her.

In her hand the key morphs from the simple black skeleton key to an enormous golden sword. The cemetery was no longer empty. Ghosts floated all around them, friendly smiles on their faces.

“Huh. A sword,” Lucian said at the same time Marjorie flung it onto the ground.

“What. The. Fuck!” Marjorie shrieked.

Lucian smiled at her. “Welcome to the magical realm.”