I’ve wanted to do one of these things for the longest time. And here it is. A writer’s life according to Sherlock Holmes and John Watson.
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Author: Hope Ann
Last Pages: a short story
All they’d left were the books, dusty and stained with blood and tears.
Kyth stood among the rubble, tiny pebbles skittering around his boots in a hot wind. The sun glared from the pale, iron sky, unforgiving to any who ventured into this forgotten crevice.
Miss You
As some of you might know, I have one brother who is a Marine. Another is heading to Marine Boot Camp in three days. So I wrote this poem.
Between Two Worlds: the danger of writing
Writing isn’t safe.
It’s not that words are powerful (though they are). It’s not that everyone will end up thinking you insane (most generally do anyway).
It’s a deeper problem than a questionable mental state.
And it’s something I end up writing as a free verse poem around the end of last year because there was no other way to put it into words.
The Stealthmaster’s Shadow – Cover Reveal
I’ll be honest with you.
I love all my covers for the Legends of Light series, but this is my favorite yet. I’ve been talking about The Stealthmaster’s Shadow for several months. Now it’s time to reveal the gorgeous cover made by my great friend, Kate Flournoy.
Guest Post: The Inside Joke Technique
Today we have an amazing guest post from the great Kate Flournoy herself. Get used to hearing her name, because whenever she starts publishing her book I’ll be ranting about them all the time.
They’re amazing.
Oh, and for those of you who keep asking, she’s also the one who’s made my book covers.
But I’ll not embarrass her too much today because she’s sprung to the rescue of my own insane schedule and saved us all with her guest post about the power of parallels in writing.
Writing is like magic. Tremendous power that can only be harnessed through the tricks and tactics of the system. Continue reading
Trains and Free Verse
Two weeks ago, I rode a train for the first time. Well, Amtrak. The little steam train I rode years ago doesn’t count as a ‘real’ train. It was a nine hour, overnight trip to Pittsburgh. I’ll have more to say about the trip and train in my monthly highlights post, but I did want to share one thing with you all.
I finally expermented with free verse poetry! I’ve tried my hand at free verse once or twice before, but I’ve never studied poetry and have read hardly any. Still, while looking out the window at 3:30 a.m. from the observation car, I decided to give it a go. Here is the result.
