Laylah Hunter's Blog

…of deadlines going by at high speed, ergh. I finally tallied up all the comments from the blog tour – 71 of them, dang! I don’t know what to do with attention, it seems. But that was what I needed … Continue reading →

And it’s Seattle in November, so I don’t know what else I expected. In addition to my first novel releasing last week, I also had jury duty for the first time, so suddenly I was out of the loop a … Continue reading →

Release day at along last! Gabriel’s City is now available at all your favorite online retailers. Summary, excerpt, and 20% or more off list prices on paperback and all ebook formats at Riptide’s site. There will also be a blog … Continue reading →

I’ve taken up knitting again recently. People had tried to teach me a few times in the past, and it never stuck beyond the most basic stitch, but this year I’ve decided I want to get good at it. I’ve … Continue reading →

If I could make one wish for new musical releases and the world would have to bend to my will, I would wish for Tracy Grammer and New Model Army to release a split record where they covered each other’s … Continue reading →

I’ve had post-apocalyptic themes on my mind constantly lately, and seeing things that remind me of them everywhere, as you do when you’re a pattern-finding animal. Yesterday’s instance, though, was absolutely perfect: Stopped at a street corner, waiting for the … Continue reading →

My first novel is available for preorder: Gabriel’s City: A Tale of Fables and Fortunes, a story about growing up, a story about losing everything but finding yourself, a story about how much stories matter, a story about faith and … Continue reading →

Chuck Wendig’s Friday flash fiction challenge this past Friday was for *punk pieces, and one of the suggestions he listed—bloodpunk—pinged me in all of my writing places. This wants to be something larger (the file in my dropbox is called … Continue reading →

…that Chuck Wendig speaks the pure terrifying truth (often, but particularly today) — The Varied Emotional Stages of Writing a Book. Everything Is Nuclear Dogshit. I Should Not Be a Writer and My Soul Is Forfeit. The Blank Page Is … Continue reading →

Okay then! I’m in the house, the jonquils are blooming outside the front door, and I have a big pile of seed packets to start planting. (Also a brand-new shovel to dig out holes for fruit trees.) PROGRESS. In an … Continue reading →