Wannabe writer with hobby of art. Stay and you'll glimpse a small piece of my heart.
48 days ago, I posted the last chapter of the Remara and the Book Thief arc and declared a break. It was time to catch up on everything I'd punted on for months and take a hot minute to breathe and enjoy how much of the story I'd written. It was less a break and more like an ongoing frenetic dash.
Read moreOver the years, many people have told me I should learn another language. Overflowing with inertia and struggling to find enough drive to manage my personal projects, I would laugh and tell them it would take me my whole life just to learn how each person in my life understands the English language.
Read moreIn my mind's eye, I pulled my shirts and dresses down the closet bar and removed my wedding dress from the very back of the closet. It has been hanging there for almost five years. I paused, a nagging question bubbling up next to the image. But why am I keeping this?
Read moreExhaustion drags at his movement. His body cries out for rest. If he stays still for another minute, he will curl up and sleep until morning. Until the Merchant marches in.
Read moreHe crouches in his lair under the left side of the desk. Remara told him that the whole room is dark except near her, but he feels more comfortable knowing he's beneath a structure, deep in its all-encompassing shadow. He will enter from here.
Read moreCovers: False Alarm, Immanuel's Veins, Star Trek: Picard, Amanda the Adventurer, and more...
Read moreThe door slams, jolting Ha'Drak awake. He jerks, nearly tilting the statue he's curled around, but he stays put, his heart pounding. The air pressure changes as something large looms over him.
Read moreFever takes Ha'Drak within a day. There is badness in his eyesockets and he has to kill it. With rapidly-weakening limbs, he lowers himself down the bookcase one shelf at a time.
Read moreMarket day is miserable in every way for Ha'Drak. His scales crawl with the need for food. He pictures his own little cavern in the hillside—lined with mirror shards all the way in so that he can remain hidden while feeding on sunlight as soon as day breaks—and he moans with desire.
Read moreHa'Drak coils his long tail in a perfect spiral around his right hind leg, his eyes fixed on the last remaining light in the window of the house he has been watching since moonbreak.
Read moreGuinan delivers a rapid-fire dump of issues, but I'm going to tackle the one that leapt out to me most: "A few folks have enough resources to fix all the problems for the rest but they won't... because their greatest fear is having less."
Read moreI cannot NOT finish this series. The lore has been lovingly and beautifully brought to full and vibrant HD. At the same time, the messages that are being hurled at me, almost non-stop from the screen, feel like I'm being backhanded over and over.
Read moreCovers: Puss in Boots, Fabricating Jesus, Inside American Education, Bioshock, and more...
Read moreIn my quest to find delicious hot drinks that are not tea, I thought, "Why deal with the middleman, here?" The middleman in this scenario being dried leaves and pieces of dried fruit or flower petals. So, I got a pack of fresh raspberries and started experimenting.
Read more"...the average word count for science fiction and fantasy novels generally lies between 100,000 and 115,000."
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