Writes
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
The answer was a witch in the attic eating crackers. Obviously. I solved a three-week creative crisis by inventing a woman who fakes her own death and then just… doesn’t leave. She moves into the attic. She stays there. Nobody tells her to. It is, weirdly, the most well-adjusted decision anyone in this book makes. Anyway. Let me back up.… Continue reading I Figured Out the Fern
Colette & Valentyne I’ve been working on a book for a while now. I have a full outline, twenty-one chapters, every beat mapped out. I know exactly what happens. I know who the characters are. I know how it ends. And I still don’t know what it is. Here’s the premise: Colette is a government archivist with a rare kind… Continue reading The Story That Doesn’t Know What It Is
I am figuring it out and you get to watch Here is something I have learned about myself recently: I contain multitudes. Specifically, I contain two very different writers who apparently share a brain and a coffee habit but not much else. Let me back up. The pause on book three Inconveniently Haunted was always going to be a trilogy.… Continue reading Two Writers Walk Into a Substack
