‘Dark Horses’ is out of the barn!   6 comments


After debuting right here on WP lo these many years ago, my first book is finally out on Amazon and available in paperbook and e-book form.

For reasons I haven’t quite sorted through yet, I’ve been unwontedly shy about announcing. The e-book has been out for a few weeks, the paperback for about a week now. But I think that blasting all 12 of my social media readers on the full moon of Friday 13th, on the first day of the Greater Eleusinian Mysteries, is just too good to pass up.

The sunglasses are due to an exploded blood vessel in my eye, rendering me much like the red-eyed Goddesses in my little book (Dver colored them from the green of the original paintings.)

Speaking of Dver (or Sarah Kate Winter as she’s sometimes known in Mundania), I’m beyond grateful for all of her help, formatting, tweaking, proof-reading, Hellenic detail checking, correcting, selecting and overall going WAY above and beyond in helping me get my novella out there. Winged Words Book Design https://wingedwordsdesign.com/ is an invaluable resource if you have books you need to set free but don’t possess the tech skill to self-publish.

The fantastic cover and inside illustrations are the work of up-and-coming Hood College grad and artist extraordinaire, Claudia Tisdale. She also did the mural on the wall of my writing studio behind me. I’m hoping to do a collaboration with her next.

This has been such a long journey. It all began with a little writer gathering here on the farm back in….2012, I think. Chris Copley sent out a writing prompt to use ‘spring peepers’ (which I later dropped after discovering that there are no spring peepers in Greece), and about six local writers showed up to share food and our work. Chris and Yo have since moved to Seattle, but I’m still overjoyed to know Shawn Reilly Simmons, a successful and incredibly wonderful mystery writer, who had just put out her very first one and brought me a copy as a hostess gift. Also local authors Mark and Julia Brugh, who have done book signings at Turn the Page bookstore where I’ll be signing in November!

It wasn’t until a few  years later that I found the Frederick Writers’ Salon, which critiqued and vetted every chapter along the way. I never knew the value of a critique group until I found this one, and through pure luck (or divine intervention) I found this incredibly good one. While not all of the members like my writing style, and I don’t take all or maybe even most of the suggestions, I’ve learned to read critically, critique thoughtfully and helpfully, and revise judiciously. I’m so lucky to have them.

I also have to thank the brilliant and goofy Laura Kenney, whom I discovered when she wandered into the shop where I work one day with her mom. By the time they left we were all friends, before I even found out she was an editor. She foolishly offered to edit my book for me, in return for a tarot reading, and I discovered the absolute necessity and wonder of having a great editor go over your work with a fine-toothed comb. Even when you ditz out and only send half the chapters the first time. And don’t even realize it. And make her go back and do it again. And again. Her helpful, funny, encouraging, thoughtful, insightful edits turned this from a super amateur labor of love into something I’m actually very proud to claim.

Want to write a book? Save up now for an editor. Seriously. Do not skip this.

Finally I have to thank my writing muse, bosom friend, eagle-eyed beta reader and soul sister Beth Flannery, who writes her beautiful work under the name Tisdale Flannery, for walking this path with me every step of the way.

This is a dream of 60 years in the making, coming true right before my eyes. I know this is a tiny niche product, a book that won’t interest the vast majority by far. I’m not under any illusions that this is going to be a best-seller. I couldn’t even entice an agent to peek at it.

But I can honestly say that I love my book. It’s a heart book. It is the book I set out to write, and I did it.

I’m still feeling shy about putting this out there. But in honor of the Mother, the Daughter, Pan, Hermes, Poseidon and Areion and the satyrs and dryads and ancestors and the Dark Daughter and all the spirits and guides who have pushed me along, today it’s happening.

So, please! Buy my book, read my book, review my book. If you want to read it but not buy it, let me know and I’ll try to make it happen. Obvi I’d love glowing reviews, but not if they’re not honest. I’ve got more books stacking up behind this one and need the honing that feedback brings.

And thank you.


Posted September 13, 2019 by suzmuse in Uncategorized

Dark Horses   Leave a comment

via Dark Horses

Dver not only did ALL the heavy lifting to get this book ready to publish, but reviews it here!

Thank you, Dver and Winged Words Book Design!!



Posted September 12, 2019 by suzmuse in Uncategorized

Squee!   3 comments

Dears, I just have to share this moment of bliss. I got the edited copy of my manuscript back from Cat and Mouse Press, and the judge’s comment was at the bottom.

‘Judge’s Comment

Funnily enough, “A Beach Story” was the first story I picked out of my magnificent stack of short stories to be judged for this contest. I was delighted when what started out as a sickly sweet, slightly off-kilter description of a child’s time at the beach quickly became something entirely different, and far more sinister. The author’s careful use of tone and pointed use of monotony conjured, for me, a sort of daze that transformed into a chilling piece of indelible horror when I least expected it. I think it took a lot of guts to write a macabre story like this one—to be unafraid to take the idea of a “beach dream” and force readers to watch as it slowly shifts into a nightmare.’

I am over the moon!

Posted August 10, 2019 by suzmuse in Uncategorized

The Cosmos — Void — Night — Radiance   Leave a comment

this is kaye’s work, omg, so very beautiful!



via The Cosmos — Void — Night — Radiance

Posted July 27, 2019 by suzmuse in Uncategorized

In the cave of Trophonios   Leave a comment


my cherry trees have been tired for a few years now, their yield less and less. the whole 19 years we’ve been here, they’ve only given enough to pick every other year. last year they gave me enough for a pie that no one ate, and a gallon bag in the freezer for smoothies. so i was shocked this year to see both of them covered in bright red drops. you’ve got to move quickly when it happens. the birds and deer move in within a day of the mass ripening, not to mention the wasps.

so out i went in the sunshine, toting my biggest bowl, the ladder, a portable speaker and my phone. while i picked and danced and sang along to motown, the clouds mounded and darkened in the south and west.

a spear of lightning split the sky to the south, right over sara’s pasture on the other side of the lane it seemed. a huge crack of thunder shook the branches immediately afterwards. i stared up, mesmerized, as the dark blue and charcoal clouds heaved like sea lions above the sycamores. weirdly, though, no wind.

i’m kinda stupid about thunderstorms. i figure if Zeus apotheosizes me that way, what an epic way to go. so i stood in the eerie stillness, rocked by rumbles and crashes and flashes.

i could hear the rain coming. a huge, ominous hissing, right over there behind the trees lining the lane. any second it was going to hammer me, and i’d have to run for it, trying to protect my poor phone and the bose speaker.

i waited. and waited. i could hear it. it was so close.

after a few minutes i decided to take advantage of the lull, and put the ladder in the barn. then i took the phone and speaker in. finally i carried in my big bowl of cherries. then i came back out and stood in the windless orchard, listening to that monstrous hissing and waiting for the rain to pelt me.

eventually the hissing stopped. a great light opened to the northeast. shafts of sunlight started to poke through.

so, okay, no cave. no dreams. and nothing from which i needed to be healed other than the natural results of age and careless living.

but once upon a time, someone seeking knowledge or healing or prophetic dreams might descend into a cave. it seems to have worked surprisingly often. but sometimes all they’d get was a terror so profound it wiped their memories. those who recovered mentioned the God coming to them in the form of a giant snake, preceded by a huge hissing.

i wonder if that’s what they heard, lying in the cave, waiting for the approach of the God.



Posted June 3, 2019 by suzmuse in Uncategorized

The Oresteia   1 comment

The Oresteia 18-19

just got back from the Shakespeare Theater Company’s production of The Oresteia in D.C. i saw the billboards when i was in the city with my lovely beth last month for a Tarot show but when i checked and saw the ticket prices i sniffled and let it go.

but the ol’ man got us tickets for my birthday, so we went to the matinee today, followed by a dinner that couldn’t be beat at a new italian restaurant on the way home.

i didn’t know what to expect, as ‘freely adapted from aeschylus’ could mean anything from a modernization to muppets. so i was stunned to walk in and see a traditional nearly bare stage with only a skene building. i knew we were off to a good start.

the aeschylus trilogy would have taken all day to perform along with its satyr play, so i was curious to see how much would have to be cut to make it fit into 2 hours. the answer is ‘an awful lot.’ but somehow they managed to not only get the main points in, but to ping all the required nerve endings- pity, terror, catharsis.

the updated language worked very well. the ol’ man isn’t familiar with the story, so it helped to follow the story NOT having to try and unpack an archaic translation. klytemnestra was magnificent, gorgeous, eloquent and creepy. agamemnon was appropriately conflicted and tortured. humor was used to great effect. they included the iphigenia story, fortunately, since although it wasn’t in the original, the whole thing doesn’t make sense to a modern audience without it. she and agamemnon both showed up as silent, bloody ghosts to great effect.

i think the strongest thing in the play, apart from klytemnestra, was the use of the chorus. they were brilliant and effective. i was kind of hoping for black rustling wings and heaving, muttering Erinyes, but the servants acting both as the audience mirror and later as the jurors was surprisingly moving. no Apollon or Athena in the final trial, but the writer, producer and cast still brought the audience to a gripping, stirring cathartic conclusion.

the only character i didn’t quite buy into was cassandra, and that may be because i couldn’t hear her clearly. yes, i need hearing aids.

you just can’t beat live theater.



Posted June 2, 2019 by suzmuse in Uncategorized

Early summer, late Thargelion   1 comment

Stood tonight in the middle of a maelstrom of fireflies, backlit by lightning and drummed by thunder.

Io Zeus! Io Demeter!

Hye Kye!



Posted May 27, 2019 by suzmuse in Uncategorized