An Interlude

Like many of you, I’m sure, I don’t know what to do in the wake of recent events. All I can do is keep moving forward, which feels callous. But I am not at the center of this conversation, nor should I be as a white woman.

I have tried to use my work to draw attention to marginalized groups, be it because of nation of origin, mental health, gender, sexual orientation, etc. But I feel like that is not enough. Even if I gave my entire paycheck to Black Lives Matter, the NAACP, or other admirable organizations, it still wouldn’t be enough.

My heart aches. I don’t understand why people insist on tearing each other apart. I don’t understand the cruelty in the world.

As many of you know, I offer various editing services, including query and manuscript critiques for aspiring authors. I currently have 2 openings in my schedule, and I am donating one of these spaces to an author of color. I don’t have a lot to give, but I can at least elevate a voice that has been silenced.

Everyone has been talking about how the silence has gone on too long, but I do not have words for this conversation. So I’m giving my place to someone who needs it more.

I am a best fit for YA or adult historical (especially 1850s-1950s) or urban fantasy. I would love to see a ghost story from the perspective of a POC. Please see my services tab for more information. If you know an author of color looking to break into publishing, please let them know this service is available.

I schedule most of my blog posts in advance. What you will see in the next few days may seem trite or shallow in the wake of all that has happened this week, but I hope that you will look at more as a bit of escapism, a few bright spots amidst the storm.

For those who are protesting, writing, calling, donating–My hearts are with you, and I am doing what I can to help.

Thank you. Be kind to one another.