Hello! This is just a short message to let you know that I’ll be at Farpoint Convention this weekend. Special guests from the Star Trek universe will be there and I’ll be on literary panels.
Here’s my schedule:
Sherri Cook Woosley
Tales Of Woe — And Healing – Friday 7:00 PM – Salon C
Book Fair – Friday 10:00 PM – Hunt Valley Foyer
Furry Familiars And The Like – Saturday 10:00 AM – Salon C (MOD)
Author Autographs (Stilwell/Woosley) – Saturday 1:00 PM – Author Autograph 1
Author Readings (Attico/Woosley) – Saturday 2:00 PM – Salon E
Building A Better World – Sunday 11:00 AM – Hunt Ballroom
Author Readings (Povey/Woosley) – Sunday NOON – Salon E
Setting As Character – Sunday 2:00 PM – Salon C (MOD)
Some more good news: I was honored to be nominated as an author and to have WALKING THROUGH FIRE nominated as best book by local author for the Baltimore Sun’s Readers’ Poll 2020. This would be really nice to brag about when I’m looking for a new publisher later this year, so please go to the People & Media section and VOTE. You can vote each day until March 6th.
And, (drum roll) I’ve finished a draft of the first part of GATES. To celebrate, here’s a snippet:
The Hotheads came around the corner, moving in uncoordinated motions. Tattered clothing hung off their emaciated bodies. Shuffling forward without apparent purpose, no handler in sight. Used to be two men and a woman, based on clothing, although the bright red paint covered any distinguishing marks. They could be anyone. Or no one.
Just let them go. Scout’s voice pleaded inside her mind. They aren’t hurting anything.
Tamaki shook her head. She knew more than Scout did about this. And she also knew this was a test from the Alchemists. Deliberate or not, Nguyen would be reporting back to Gavin whatever happened in the next five minutes. Having her future threatened made Tamaki realize that she not only wanted to be an important part of the Alchemist’s future school, she wanted to be their candidate for the Council of gods. Maybe that was too ambitious, but it was what she wanted. It would take away the pain of her grandmother’s refusal to teach her. It would show everyone, objectively, that she deserved a place in power.
Nguyen looked at her. “Are you ready?”
“Yes.” Her voice was steady.
No, please no. Scout’s voice was frantic. Tamaki, remember what happened at Ekur Temple. Remember that this was your second chance.
It was her second chance. And she wasn’t going to screw it up.