signing2Wow! I don’t know what else to say to encapsulate the experience that was my first book signing. (But I’m a writer, so I’ll try.)

I am eternally grateful to have amazing friends and contacts within the wonderful world of Facebook. A lovely woman I met long ago, Jenny, saw my shameless self-promotion posts flowing through my newsfeed about The Tree That Grew Through Iron, and she happened to know the owner of a book store in Appleton, WI, aptly named ‘The Book Store’. Several messages later, I had the event booked!

There were some concerns as to how many people would show, as Appleton was a good half an hour outside the safety and comfort of my home town. Coffee and general nervousness made for a jittery introduction to the first few people who showed, but I was blown away by the soothing ambiance of The Book Shop. And a major, major shout out to my mom, brother, and sister Kelsey (who lives in flippin’ Iowa but drove all that way to surprise me at the event!). Family is feckin’ amazing, you guys. With their love and support, you can overcome any mental obstacle. signing5

Meeting the faces of those who read the words I wrote was humbling. I genuinely love each and every person who walked up to the homey booth provided by The Book Store’s owner, Kalan. I’m eternally grateful, Kalan, that you let me dip my toe in the book signing waters at your store– I can’t think of any better place to have started. The atmosphere was unprecedented. A thousand and one thank you’s to you, my dear!

Thirteen books found their new homes that day. I know, I know… everybody’s favorite number, right? If you consider the copy that Kalan took to sell in The Book Store, that makes fourteen, but I’m not superstitious. Thirteen is my new lucky number.

signing7From the bottom of my weird little heart, thank you to everyone who made it out. Thank you to Kalan and The Book Store for having me. And thank you to the writing gods and goddesses who gave me the ambition to craft this story. It’s been a wild ride so far. I can’t wait to find out how it ends.

Love, light and peace,






“Picking up your first copy of a book you wrote, if there’s one typo, it will be on the page that your new book falls open to the first time you pick it up.” – Neil Gaiman


Someone warned me about it. I thought the countless times that I scoured through the text were enough.

It’s never enough, people. It’s. Never. Enough.

Quite literally, I flipped open to page 166 of The Tree That Grew Through Iron‘s paperback version. My eyes scanned the page. Then I saw it.

“…edged closer death.”

Gods. Damn.

After an initial panic and contemplative thoughts of throwing myself on the edge of a crippling anxiety attack, I drew a deep breath. I paused. I accepted. The book’s only been out for less than a week. I had time to fix it. There’s only about one hundred copies of my blatant mistake floating around in readers’ hands. (And probably more that I haven’t caught.) But it is what it is. Ironically, it captures a theme that runs through all the installments of the Panagea Tales:

Human beings are not perfect. And they never will be.

The sooner we accept this, the sooner we can move on to worrying mindlessly over other things in life, since we all know there’s bound to be more.

Love, light, and peace, my friends. And sorry if you’re one of the few who purchased my imperfect version.


Oh, gods, I’m about to throw up.

Hilarious story: I thought The Tree That Grew Through Iron would go live on June 4th, but it turns out, it went live today! (Don’t worry… I’m confident my writing abilities are better than my organizational skills.)

Here I sit, sweaty-palmed, hyperventilating, hoping to every real and imagined god and goddess that ever existed (minus the evil ones, feck those guys) that you all enjoy this book. Thank you all for staying with me through the journey. I have my fingers crossed that you stick with it for book two!

You can secure your copy of The Tree That Grew Through Iron here!

Love, hugs, and lightning bugs!


The Journey Begins

I mean, that’s a little misleading… the journey of writing The Tree That Grew Through Iron began a long, long time ago. I’m sure a lot of people know the writing process is cruel and fleeting. Your muse can pop his or her head into your lives as quickly as he or she can take an unexpected vacation. Your muse can leaving you sitting in front of your laptop with nothing more than your fourth cup of coffee and bloodshot corneas from the countless hours you stared at that blank, blinding screen.

Oh, how it mocks me some nights…

But then, eventually, some 350+ pages of size 11 Times New Roman font later, you realize you might actually complete your story. I’m there. I made it. I’m conservatively guessing I have approximately another one hundred pages to go before I complete the first draft.

Then the dreaded editing process begins, yay!

I made a lot of mistakes in my past in regards to writing, the biggest of which was: “I can do this all myself! I am a superhuman goddess and words flow from my fingertips like the freakin’ Nile!” Oh, past McKenzie, you naive, naive girl…

I have hired an editor this time (like a real person!) in an effort to curb my previously inflated ego. I’ve taken whatever tips I can, like starting pre-publication marketing efforts, getting the social media accounts up and running, all that jazz. I hope you enjoy the journey, I really do. If any fellow writers want to pick my brain for what I’ve learned through other authors, I will do whatever I can to assist you. We’re all in this together, after all.

With any luck, these blog posts will overflow with the successes of The Tree That Grew Through Iron. At the very least, I promise they’ll be honest.

Enjoy the ride, my friends! I couldn’t have asked for better company.



I can’t believe the time has come to start taking pre-orders for The Tree That Grew Through Iron.

I’d like to thank my mom, for pushing me out of her body thirty years ago. And my husband, who tolerates my complete and utter inability to focus on anything other than my laptop during my writing process. And my dog, Cheesecake, who has managed to not destroy my laptop despite being a clunky, 70+ lb ox.

Okay, I might be getting a little too wrapped up in the moment. After all, people pre-release books every day (and congratulations to them, because writing is feckin’ hard!). It’s an exciting moment. For realsies.

I’m hoping this blog grows into more than just a self-serving publication place for me to pedal my writing to you though, guys. I’m going to stumble my way through indie author success if it kills me, and I will gladly speak about what worked for me and what didn’t. If any other indie authors stumble across my humble blog, please feel free to reach out! I’ll answer any questions you have to the best of my ability.

In the mean time, sit back, relax, rub your hands together menacingly as you await for the June 4th release of The Tree That Grew Through Iron, and take a deep feckin’ breath. Shit’s about to get real.

You can secure your pre-orders for the eBook version of The Tree That Grew Through Iron on Amazon.

Love you all with my whole heart!