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Chat Noir

To all those who wanted me to write of my travels, I’ve found a way to share my adventures in my own way. Please enjoy the first installment in The Chat Noir Chronicles. These tales are mostly, kinda, sorta true…ish.

The supermoon meant that the last few nights had been almost brighter than the day. That fact mixed with the “lazy” faire attitude I’d developed over the last month lead to me grabbing the bag of trash and heading off into the night sans flashlight.
               Luckily, my vision adjusts just enough to make out a few landmarks and the sound underfoot of rock, switching to dirt, switching back to rock provide enough of a map in my mind to find the way. The black sky, a canvas with pin-pricks reminiscent of Lite Brite stretches for miles overhead. So clear, so crisp, so dark.
               The farther I venture, away from life and towards decay, the darker it becomes. It is the kind of blackness where all the eye can see are the shadows the mind creates. My other senses dial up to eleven and make the night come alive.
               A rustle in the brush, the smell of campfire burning, the taste of coffee lingering on my tongue, smooth plastic crinkling in my hand as the trash bag sways back and forth with every step. The ground below my feet grows softer, more malleable. It still holds the last bit of moisture from a rainfall days ago. I’ve arrived at the one spot in the desert untouched by the warmth of the sun, blocked by the dumpster.
               Despite the chill in the air, the refuse still bleeds out the scents of rot and decay. Feeling my way towards the ramp, I get the strong urge to celebrate knowing I made it all this way in the dark without stumbling. I repress the urge, knowing all too well about counting chickens before they hatch.
               I take a moment to appreciate the star-speckled sky again. There is magic in the desert, in the dark, in the nothingness. What a philosophical moment as I dispose of that which I do not want or need.
               Winding up, I get ready to toss the bag and head back to warmth, and light, and tomorrow. Half-way through my swing…
               “Geez, Louise,” I say in a hushed yell.
               From the dumpster darts a black shadow, one not conjured by the mind. In one leap, the creature flies from trash to trailer and disappears just as quickly as it had appeared.
               I feel an extra beat in my chest, or maybe the lack of one. I throw away my trash and the night settles back into place.
               A rustle in the brush, the smell of a campfire burning, the taste of coffee lingering on my tongue, electricity in the air as the night envelops me.

Autumn Leaves

As I lay awake listening to the sounds of Sacramento at 4 AM (yelling, doors slamming, trucks rumbling), I had the urge to get back in my car, slam the door, rumble down the road, and yell “good-bye.” And that’s just what I did.

My travels thus far on the two-week trip had been decent bordering on great, but this one experience changed my life. I love the open road. I love seeing all Mother Nature has to offer. I even love finding functioning payphones at random rest stops across the country. But who can afford pricey hotel rooms? Better yet, who can afford to lay awake at 4 AM waiting for the other shoe to drop?

While exploring Northern California, I saw a lot of RVs traveling up and down Route 1. I’ve never camped. I’ve worked in the same place for 20 years. I’ve taken three vacations in my adult life. But on that trip, something clicked. Traveling the continent would be perfect if I could do it in my own clean and quiet space!

I wrote those paragraphs almost two years ago. Today, I am in my own clean and quiet space, a 2024 Leisure Travel Van. I have been on the open road. I have seen only a fraction of what Mother Nature has to offer. I have yet to find any functioning payphones on this trip. So far, it has been worth all the blood, sweat, tears, allergies, and trips to the mechanic (definitely get the extended warranties).

I told many people that I won’t be blogging about my adventures, and that is mostly true. A girl does have to hold her cards close to her vest. I am taking this time to finally get back to writing and publishing, so I thought I would share a little about what’s going on just so that my very few fans would know that I haven’t died. Just be grateful I don’t write series (yet) and haven’t left you hanging with the fates of well-beloved characters.

I can’t provide ETAs, but here are three projects in the works that will hopefully hit shelves sometime in 2026:
Full Circle by Kathryn Wilson I know, that’s not me. Nope, not a pen name. Guess you’ll just have to wait and see. Here’s the elevator pitch for you: the world is dying, resources are limited, and the fate of humanity rests on the shoulders of a plucky group still trying to figure out what’s happening.
Crazy in Love by yes, me This collection of short stories examines all the ways love makes us mad.
E.M. Sanchez and the Empty Eggs That’s right, E.M. and Web will return!

So, off I go to make good on my promises. I’ll leave you with a few morsels of my travels. Enjoy!


My TL;DR Post about Why I Finally Published “Not My Type” in eBook Form (Please Read It, the post and the book :)

When I first made the decision to publish my work, I decided to set some ground rules.

  1. Never have a white cover
  2. Stop if I lose money
  3. Be open to suggestions and edits, but never lose the integrity of the work
  4. Support independent bookstores and libraries

Since day one, it has pained me that my books are available on Amazon (the last time I will mention the name in this post). I do understand the ease of one-click shopping, as well as the premise — more an assumption — that there is a deal to be had, but many folks do not understand just how damaging living solely in a virtual world can be.
However, that is a conversation for another day. For those of us stuck in the past, all this technology can seem like the enemy. But what I have come to realize is that much like my ground rule of maintaining my works’ integrity, I too can edit my mentality while keeping my integrity intact.
I opted not to publish eBook editions of my writing because I wanted people to shop at their local brick and mortar stores. I wanted to reach the reader who stumbles into the stacks only to emerge hours later with a pile of books in hand. Most importantly, I wanted my books to sell because someone loved them, not because some algorithm told them to like it — or hate it.
It is true, I have worked in an indie bookstore for nineteen years. I am biased. Also true, as misanthropic as I my dark soul may be, nothing beats a human connection. After all, no medium of art would exist without it.
So, when I started hearing from readers who were disappointed that my writing was not accessible to them, I got to thinking I should do something about that. Some people just prefer reading electronically, but others need to. My bias led me to ignore some of the benefits that come from technological advances.
Individuals with vision problems, dyslexia, or physical impairments can benefit from the ability to change fonts, lighting, and the fact that a tablet can be lighter and easier to hold. Someone with limited or no transportation can buy or borrow books from the comfort of his, her, or their own home. And the naturalist in me has always struggled with the dilemma of damaging Mother Nature to produce paper. This has weighed on me so heavily that I only buy notebooks from companies like Decomposition and Karst Stone Paper. Dare I say, I have even gone as far into the modern world as purchasing a Supernote tablet. Don’t worry, it sits right next to my typewriter, I haven’t gone too far over the edge.
After much deliberation, carefully considering some newly realized “pros” instead of focusing on the “cons,” and coming to the understanding that in all aspects of life, those who don’t adapt, die, I finally decided to publish an eBook. Not My Type will be available as an eBook through select distributors, such as Kobo, Hoopla, and Overdrive. At the moment, and since I had the option this time, I decided not to make them available through Kindle nor Apple. For those questioning if I have really adapted, here are my reasons.
I still want people to support their communities and not line the pockets of billionaires. Many people do not have a grasp on the behind-the-scenes world of bookselling. So often, we decide to look at the surface and ignore what lies beneath, often to our detriment. The truth is, and this goes for all small businesses, there isn’t much money to be made as the products trickle down the line. Authors sacrifice profit just to have their work in print. Bookselling is a labor of love. And unless you can churn out a book a minute, get discovered by just the right person, or become a viral TikTok star, becoming a household name is just a pipe dream.
I can’t speak for all authors, but I write because I need to and because if any single line I ever construct can make a difference, then I have done my part in making the world less obnoxious. eBooks are not really for me at the moment, but neither is splitting infinitives and that seems to be pretty popular. I know I cannot stop anyone from enjoying the convenience of same-day shipping (if you don’t live in the boonies like me), but hopefully we can all make the effort to support our communities and neighbors, perhaps not in lieu of, but in addition to our digital dealings.

The brave new world may be connected by fiberoptic cables, but life is connected through flesh, blood, breath, and heartstrings.

Travels with Clancy

One week from tomorrow, Travels with Clancy: Poetry from Coast to Coast hits bookshelves everywhere! Earlier this year, I took a road trip from New Hampshire to Northern California and back. While the trip was intended to be 10% relaxation, 40% hiking, and 50% writing a new collection of short stories, it ended up being 35% hiking, 10% talking to animals, 0% writing any short stories, 5% writing poetry, and 1050% falling in love with the open road. The math works, I promise.

To all those who were expecting another collection of short stories, you’re just going to have to wait! Another promise I’ll make though is that this collection of poetry is chock-full of stories short and long. I hope you’ll pick up a copy of Travels with Clancy from your local bookseller or bookshop.org and take a little journey of your own.

Emmilee Risling is Missing

Another one gone,
a statistic,
hell, not even a statistic.
Paperwork to be shuffled
or better yet, thrown away.
A throw away;
what did the report say?
Was she Asian?
Native?
Surely, not white.
White? We could work with that.
We would work with that.
Don’t worry, we are changing the system,
you know,
the same system
that
failed
you
in the first place.
The same system
that
works
for
only one race.
No one is gone without a trace,
as long as she’s white,
rich,
and got a pretty face.

© Autumn Siders 2022

https://www.globalindigenouscouncil.com/
https://www.nativejustice.org/
https://www.yuroktribe.org/

Book Tour…okay not really

Emilita is kicking me out of the house, so I’ll be hitting the road to give her time to relax. Let’s hope she lets me come home!

The good news is, I plan on checking out some independent bookstores in my travels and would love to sign copies of my books for folks who live nowhere near New England. This is a completely unofficial book tour and there will be no events planned at any location, but if you pre-order any of my books from the following stores, I would be more than happy to stop and sign them when I get to the area. I’ve estimated when I will be at each location, so if you would like to support some great independent bookstores, get your orders in now!

Prairie Fox Books Ottawa, IL (March 1)

Prairie Lights Iowa City, IA (March 1)

Canvasback Books Klamath Falls, OR (March 4)

Northtown Books Arcata, CA (March 5-8)

The Bookworm Omaha, NE (March 11)

The Next Chapter Books and Gifts Omaha, NE (March 11)

These are just a few great stores that I found in my research that will be easy for me to get to on my route, but I hope to travel to many more on other trips. SHOP SMALL!

A Successful Launch

Thank you so much for all the support at the E.M. Sanchez book launch! For those who could not attend, signed copies are available at The Country Bookseller! Also, just a reminder that E.M. Sanchez and the Broken Bird Feeder hits independent shelves everywhere THIS TUESDAY (11/23/21)! If you don’t have a copy yet, Emilita strongly demands that you get one soon. Find your local bookstore through Indiebound or order a copy at bookshop.org.

E.M. Sanchez and the Broken Bird Feeder

Mysteries and tuna are two of P.I. Sanchez’s favorite things, but not necessarily in that order. Teamed up with her partner Web, the famous yellow bird, there isn’t a case in nature these two can’t solve. In the first of this new children’s series, the duo take on a case of a broken bird feeder in the community. Can they solve the mystery and still find enough time for E.M. Sanchez to nap? Find out November 23, 2021! Pre-order at your local bookstore today!