Writes
It has been a minute since I checked in, so I wanted to pop by with a little update on what I have been up to. Honestly, the writing itself has taken a bit of a back seat lately. Instead of drafting, I have been spending my time in a different kind of good company: Writing Hours over at ProWritingAid.… Continue reading A Quick Hello and a Little Update
There is a very specific kind of problem that happens when you are a writer. You get an idea. You think, Oh, that’s interesting. Then you write a little bit of it. And then a little more. And then, somehow, you look up three weeks later and realize you have been living in an entirely different book. Which is how… Continue reading I Forgot I Had a Blog
One Small Change Before This Book Goes Out Into the World If you’ve been following along, you might have seen me refer to book three of Inconveniently Haunted as Dead Reckoning. That title is retired now. The book you’ll actually be able to buy soon is called What Was Kept. Nothing about the story changed. Same house, same ghost, same… Continue reading What Was Kept
I owe you an update, and it’s a good one, because I’ve spent the last stretch living in two completely different corners of my brain at once. One foot in a rain-slicked European city with a woman who can’t stop chasing her grandmother’s ghosts. The other foot in Charleston, in a house that’s decided it’s done keeping secrets. Let me… Continue reading Two Books, Two Very Different Kinds of Done
Confession: there’s a version of Deliberately Lost that lived quietly in my drafts folder for years before it became a real book. The bones were always solid. Maxine, a travel blogger who cannot mind her own business (professionally, this is a feature, not a bug), decides to retrace the pre-wedding trip her grandmother Marion took across Europe decades ago. What… Continue reading Deliberately Lost Just Wrapped Its Final Edit, and I Have Feelings
A short story about a storage unit, two idiots who won’t say it out loud, and the fine print nobody reads. The bidding on unit 214 started at ten dollars, and Sam was already doing the math on resale before the auctioneer finished his sentence. Her math was always bad. It never once slowed her down. Wren stood a half… Continue reading Everything Must Go
Historically speaking, making a public pledge is a dangerous game. People hold you to things. They expect results. You successfully defend a doctoral dissertation, and suddenly society expects you to have your life together forever. You spend a few years writing about supernatural oddities and urban fantasy, and people naturally assume you have a direct, working relationship with every spectral… Continue reading A Formal Declaration of Intent, A Treatise on Consistency, and a Mild Warning Regarding Your Inbox
Hi, friends. Welcome to the new home base. If you’ve followed me from Substack, thank you for making the move. If you’re brand new here, hello, I’m Harlo, and this little corner of the internet is officially where I’ll be talking books, sharing updates, and generally being a paranormal cozy weirdo in public. Grab some coffee (or a chicory blend,… Continue reading Welcome to the New Space
Love, Eventually The witch is still in the attic. I’m still writing. That’s the short version. Here’s the slightly longer one. Since the last post, I’ve stopped circling the map and actually started walking it. Obviously is in draft. Real chapters, real prose, nine of them plus two shorter chapters from a different point of view, which belongs to the… Continue reading A Novel in Which Everyone Knows Except the Two People It's Happening To
