It’s been a busy few weeks around here.
If you’re popping over from the Salon piece, you can see near daily blogging from my co-author and I over at our shared website Avian30. We have a short story coming out next week, and are currently in edits on 4 novels (two with publishers, one on a complex revise-and-resubmit journey, one in preparation for submission), and are writing a few other things right now as well. Also, we did the cover reveal for Starling last week, so you might want to check that out.
If you are not popping over here from the Salon piece, hey, I wrote a thing on Salon about one of the less good highlights of my teen years.
Also, P.S., I didn’t choose the title, although were I in the editorial position on that, I probably would have gone a similar route.
Okay, now that everyone has read that, a few bullet points:
I have no solutions and I have no causes. If you think I was suggesting either, that was not my intent. I don’t blame stories, girls, or mental illness. What I suspect I blame is a world that makes us want to escape from it so badly and a societal pressure to keep our passions secret, which then may just warp them in the dark.
Most people I know, and strangers who have reached out to me, have mostly been really cool about the piece. I appreciate that. Of course, it’s your prerogative not to be. For the record though, I am not reading comments on Salon or on Salon’s Facebook, because I’m really busy and once I saw that thread that somehow made it about Ayn Rand and then mis-gendered her, I was like “Nope, the Internet can go on without me on this one.”
If you are someone who wants to connect with me on the Internet in response to this piece, Twitter seems like a nice choice. I’m a little weirded out by friends requests from people I don’t know on Facebook in response to a story about friendships gone weird. Right? Like I think that’s reasonable? Doing my best here, this is not a normal Monday.
Anyway, that’s it, and my Penny Dreadful recap will be up at Romance @ Random within a few hours.
Letters from Titan 
Uncertain how I haven’t been following you already on here, but this seems an appropriate post on which to make sure I keep receiving this content.
…until reading this, I simply assumed anyone with a love of reading and a best friend had an Amy. I certainly did, and there but for the grace of I Don’t Know What have I managed to make it into adulthood without a criminal record and only minimal emotional scarring.
“warp them in the dark,” indeed.
You seem like you’re very busy these days, Racheline! Congrats on the short story! I hope the rest of the editing on your novels goes well.