Writing is a craft, a skill, as well as an artistic calling. Our muses get us to the page, but only persevering through the craft of it will some finished thing appear. The latter is where practice has been forgotten.
Sol-I-Taire [n] 2.a game played by one person alone... 3. a precious stone, especially a diamond, set by itself... *warning: sexually explicit Solitaire A pseudo-origin story from my Fallen Angels universe The heat of the fire singed the hair from her hands, but still, she knelt over it, absently poking the wood to send sparks into the air, barely acknowledging her immediate surroundings. Her awareness was in the thick... Continue Reading →
Just wanted to read a love story. I found a series, The Apocolypse, by Melody Anne that fit that bill perfectly... It's funny, because the books weren't good. They were written poorly. The story was developed for crap- so many things that could have been great, that were set up to be great, that just fell... Continue Reading →
I'm supposed to Blog. To write content that makes you want to follow along so when I finally finish some novel, you'll want to read it. But I never know what to say. I never figure that anyone will care if I do figure out something to say. But, they say it's the way. So,... Continue Reading →
Staring back at her reflection in the pool, she stretched her wings again, enjoying the feeling of them. Closing her eyes, she stretched her head in the breeze, imagining what it must feel like to hover above the Earth, free of her dis-belonging. With a long sigh, she opened her eyes, worried the others might... Continue Reading →
After much back-and-forth, over-thinking, re-thinking, and second-guessing, eventually leading nowhere, I've decided to DELETE two book projects I've been working on for years. These books have plagued me with feelings of failure, so I'm concluding it's time to officially scratch them, move forward, and embrace that I never organized the ideas into coherency worthy of book... Continue Reading →