Erinn L. Kemper

Couch surfing is the best kind.

Two months until the move south. I have much to do. Get the dog injected and ready to fly. Meet with the tax man to make sure we have our affairs done right (by which I meant get the t’s crossed and i’s dotted with our accountant as we finalized our affairs!). Visit with all my loved ones at least once. It’s grueling.

But all I want to do is write.

Since my first writer’s conference, The World Horror Convention in New Orleans (come on! could it get any better?) I’ve been jazzed up, on fire, rockin’ the keys. Ready to Rumble.

I’ve sold five stories now, and am waiting on a few short lists as we speak. I’m feeling some momentum.