2015 was a busy year for me, which saw the publication of both Memories of a Ghost and my short story collection, Odds & Endings: Fiction Short and Otherwise. My goal for 2016 is to release at least one new novel, though which one it is remains to be seen.

In addition to the much-awaited third book in the Small Things trilogy (tentatively titled A Pattern of Shadows,) I’m also finishing up Leap Year (a time-travel urban fantasy) and beginning work on the as-of-yet-untitled sequel to Memories of a Ghost.

One thing I’ve done in all of my work is to create connections between them. Small Things, for example, briefly references one of the two main characters in Leap Year. The main character in Memories of a Ghost is the sister of a very minor character in Threads. There are too many connections to list between the stories in Odds & Endings and everything else, but all of them do take place in the same universe—even the sci-fi piece Beside Myself. One example: In my novella Merryland, Zara’s doctor is Vanessa Wages. In Small Things, set in 1975, Vanessa Wages appears as a nurse taking care of Shawn Spencer. Maya Wang, also a nurse, appears in that novel. Her sister Lisa appears in Threads, and both women are featured in the short story Smoke along with their brother Jacob, and in a Pattern of Shadows…oops, that one hasn’t been released yet, so I can’t really say. I will, however, tell you that you’ll be seeing a few very familiar faces from Memories of a Ghost!

Those are just a few of the cameos, clues, and connections (not to mention Easter eggs) awaiting you in my fiction. Can you find more? I’ll be waiting to hear from you!

 

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Katy felt like she was going to cry again. Ben had left to find a first aid kit, and she was terrified to be in the strange hotel room all alone. She carefully washed out her wound with soap and water, but it still looked awful and felt worse. She could barely comprehend the fact that she had almost been killed tonight. She’d always assumed the dreams were a product of some disturbed part of her mind, her imagination running rampant, but all of that had changed. Thank God Ben had been there to wake her.

— Threads, Chapter 20