4.1 - Remara and the Book Thief

Ha'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.

Star Trek: Picard - Resources

Guinan 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."

Star Trek: Picard - On Heroes

I 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.

Recent Media Consumed

Covers: Puss in Boots, Fabricating Jesus, Inside American Education, Bioshock, and more...

Raspberry Chocolate Dreams

In 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.

Word Counts

"...the average word count for science fiction and fantasy novels generally lies between 100,000 and 115,000."

Finding The False Note

If you are stuck and you can't move forward at all, then go backwards in your story until you find the false note. Erase everything after the false note, and try something completely different.

3.2 - Remara and the Musicians' Daughters

Mommy and Daddy hurry downstairs as the sobbing becomes a full-scale fit. Daddy gathers Bow into his arms, crying so hard she's nearly retching, and takes her upstairs. Mommy stays downstairs with Rosin, inspecting the Glass Lady.

3.1 - Remara and the Musicians' Daughters

Rosin Grentleyard pokes her head out of the doorway of her bedroom. It is dark, but she knows every plank of wood on the floor. Which ones creak. Which ones sigh. Her parents' room has been quiet for at least two forevers, so they're probably asleep.

Come Home from Whitley

I roll over in bed, squinting and fumbling for my glasses. There’s a hazy figure next to me, and for a moment my heart lurches and stutters like I’m in a horror movie. Before I can scream, her voice—and it’s definitely a her—says quietly, “Please come. It’s okay. It’s just me.”

Recent Media Consumed

Covers: An awful lot of books because I seem to be in a reading jag, The Chosen season 3, The Forever Prisoner, and more.

When the Process Sucks

For a few days after my declaration of pure writing focus, the writing process was brilliant. It took me a few fits and starts, but I always found something to write about.

2.1 - Remara and the Burrower

I stare down my muzzle, my eyes nearly crossed to track the glowing, twelve-inch form twirling in place near my foreclaws. It has been ten minutes since I awoke to this crisis and it. is. still. talking.

1.1 - Remara and the Darkened Man

The door shrieks whenever it opens. It is startling, even after weeks of hearing it. Once in the morning and once in the evening it screams open, then closed. A pair of boots tramps out in the morning and drags in at night.

9-1-1, This is a Dreamergency...

I've always had pretty bizarre, entertaining dreams. As this is the case, whenever I hold onto a fragment long enough to remember it, and as long as it isn't too embarrassing, I've opted to write it down. I share it for the laughs, or perhaps for the eyebrow arched in concern for my sanity.