A Writer’s Life

Trains and Free Verse

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.

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May Highlights: Blogs, Editing, and A Vlog

My Life

I know, I know… It’s June. But I’m only two days late, and I have a valid excuse. It’s this blog, mainly. Notice anything looking different? *grins* I’ve switched to paid hosting and have everything on one website now, instead of two. It took about a week of working and waiting and more working and more waiting… I didn’t realize it took a week for domain names to transfer. But it’s set up now, and I’m very happy.

Only two minor details. The first is that I figured out how to transfer my followers from my wordpress.com site to wordpress.org! The only note is that, if you were following me through WordPress instead of by email, you’ll get notifications in your WordPress reader about a new post but you won’t get an email when I create a post like you might have before. Second, commenting is slightly more a pain in this template. One actually has to click on a post to comment. I don’t think that will be too big of a deal, though.

Life is good. Life is also crazy. I went to a Memorial Day outreach Monday. Saturday is a wedding, Sunday I have my first ever official sleep-over (yes, I’m 22 and this is the first ‘real’ sleep-over I’ve had). Then, next Wednesday night, I’ll be taking a train to Pittsburgh for a Kingdom Pen retreat and won’t return until Sunday night. I’m looking forward to that, but the train trip is overnight both ways and I sometimes get migraines when I’m really tired. I don’t want to get one while on the train or at the retreat, so prayers would be appreciated.

My Writing


  • Scarlet Rose: Not telling. It’s way less than I should have done…somewhere in the vicinity of five chapters. I’ll get moving on it more this month. Or next month…
  • Fidelyon: 14,447 words/6 chapters rewritten – again, not as much as I’d like. But blog and Rose of the Oath took up extra time this month.
  • Rose of the Night: PUBLISHED! Check out more here
  • Rose of the Oath: SET FOR PREORDER!


  • Pricematch Rose of the Oath down to free and publish
  • Finish part 3 of Scarlet Rose
  • Fidelyon… as much as I can get done; another 10-15 chapters

Google Searches:

  • How long does a stab wound to the lung take to heal why can’t you just give me one single answer, Google? On another note, it is fascinating to see how many other writers have already asked this question
  • Recovery time for a stab wound to the chest at which point I remembered I had an Aunt who was a respiratory therapist. Twenty minutes of texting and details such as age and health and I got solid answers – collapsed lung: 2-3 weeks healing, 4-5 weeks before in fighting condition, barring infection and complications. Every writer needs an Aunt who knows medical stuff 
  • What is the front of a ship called? yes… I did just ask that
  • Flowers that mean sorrow Did the author of Hunger Games have any idea that Primrose means something along the lines of ‘can’t live without’? I did not need that…
  • Pictures of hazel eyes cause you need pictures if you’re to describe something properly
  • How long to apply a brand to the skin 30 to 60 seconds for a good brand. Ouch. I’m… I’m so sorry. Also, people apparently brand themselves for fun, like tattoos, only much more painful. *shudders*

Other Writing:


A vlog! You thought I’d forgotten, didn’t you? Actually, you probably forgot about it… Nevermind. Here is May’s Vlog.

Let’s chat! What have you been up to? How are your writing projects going? Have you ever traveled in a train before?

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FREE: Rose of the Night

Hi, everyone! How do you like the new blog look? *grins* It took long enough to switch from wordpress.com to paid hosting, but everything is done now. Well, I had the pages and such fixed up early last week, but it took a week for the domain name to switch over and then there were a few minor details to straighten out. But it is done! *cheers* *treats self to cheesecake* *offers extra cheesecake to all of you who decided to stop by*

A huge shout out to my good friend, Kate, who made the graphics for me. I couldn’t have done it without her. Make sure to check out her blog, The Inky Notebook.

Ah, yes. And I said something about ‘free’ in the title. 😉 Well, Rose of the Night is published! The novelette is $0.99 on Amazon, but you don’t have to pay for it because I’m offering it for free to everyone who signs up for my email newsletter.

Behind every beast, there is a curse.

Behind every curse, there is a promise.

Behind every promise, there is a sacrifice.

Over two hundred years before the one he’d know as Beauty was born, Adrian risks all in an attempt to win the heart of the one he loves. Instead, he dooms himself and the rest of Aslaria. Blood and tears weave a legend of hope and sorrow, love and betrayal. Alive only because of the mercy granted by the King, Adrian dedicates himself to the only task that now matters. A mission to undo the night he has caused.

A prequel to Rose of the Oath, this is a timeless tale of a forbidden rose and the smooth voice of a masked stranger. A story of rebellion and despair and love. A story of a promise given and of a hope received.

The story of the Oathkeeper.

Rose of the Night is the prequel to Rose of the Oath which will be released later on in June. You can check it out on Amazon here or you can click here and receive a free ebook copy! If you are already signed up to my newsletter, you should have already gotten an email with your free copy. If not, shoot me an email and I’ll take care of you. 😉

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April Highlights: A Wedding, Spring, and Kingdom Pen

My Life

Lots of fun things this month. Spring is here. I’m wearing short sleeves. And I’ve climbed to the top of my tree for the first time this year – with bare feet. Why do people climb with bare feet in books? It hurts! Well, not that bad, but still… And yes, I do have a tree. At least I call it my tree because I was the only one who could climb to the top when we first moved to this house and the name stuck.

Secondly, remember that wedding I mentioned in my last update? Well, I drove down without a problem. The bypass around Indy was interesting, but nothing too crazy. The wedding itself was great fun. I got to meet friends I’ve worked with on Kingdom Pen. Several of the staff members the left, but the rest of us chatted into the evening as we tore down decorations (or sat on stacked chairs, watching others work). We ended up in my car, driving around hairpin bends, in the dark, around 10:00, singing Hamilton at the top of our lungs on the way to McDonald’s to get some ‘real food’. It was great fun.

Several Kingdom Pen Staffers

Because who doesn’t see a trashcan and decide to climb inside…

Also, some of you might remember me mentioning a brother who was enlisting in the Marines and had to get a waiver for his feet. Well, he got it and he is now sworn in. He’ll be heading off to bootcamp this summer or fall. Yes, I know it doesn’t have much to do with me or writing but #proudsistermoment



  • Scarlet Rose – correcting/rewriting: 8,387 words/seven chapters
  • Fidelyon: 22,251 words/8 chapters rewritten
  • Rose of the Night: send to an editor
  • Rose of the Oath: final corrections


  • Send Rose of the Oath to an editor
  • Publish Rose of the Night
  • Redesign my website (toward the end of this month… if you see weird things happening around the 20th, that is what is going on)
  • Write part 3 of Scarlet Rose
  • Fidelyon… as much as I can get done; another 10-15 chapters

Google Searches:

  • Viney herbal plants Yes, Google, I’m being very specific. Lend a hand, would you?
  • Words that mean black Stygian works
  • Symptoms of a punctured lung Hmmmm, pain? Dizziness, painful breathing…
  • How to tend a punctured lung I’m sure Silvara will figure something out…

Other Writing:

My Life

I discovered Everfound this last month and have fallen in love with their songs. This is one of my favorites:

How have you all been? Have you ever climbed a tree in bare feet? What is your favorite Everfound song, if you listen to them? What sort of goals do you have for this month?

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April Vlog

And it’s time for another vlog!

Have any questions for me? Ask in the comments and I’ll answer them in next month’s vlog. 😀

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March Highlights: Shadows and Launches

My Life

Not much has been going on this month. By which I mean, nothing much to write under a general ‘life’ entry. I have been busy, but that is under my writing entry below – writing pretty much is my life…

But it is getting warmer and the sun shines more often, so that is something.

Oh, and I went bowling for the first time this month. I enjoyed it very much, even if I’ve hardly any clue what I’m doing. I did win the last game, despite my ignorance, so I was starting to get something right.

This month has been mainly swallowed up in publishing Shadows of the Hersweald and trying to ignore things that will be happening over the next few months (like driving to a destination three hours away on my own this coming Saturday. But I’ll have maps and detailed instructions and a phone, so it should be fine.)


Shadows of the Hersweald

  • Check out my free short story, Mercy of Fate, a prequel to Shadows of the Hersweald. Click HERE to claim your copy!
  • I’m sure you’ve heard about it plenty by now, but Shadows of the Hersweald is published. You can check out my Hansel and Gretel retelling by clicking HERE.

Collage by Corissa


  • Scarlet Rose – correcting/rewriting: 18,741 words/part 2 finished
  • Fidelyon: 30,188 words/12 chapters rewritten
  • Shadows of the Hersweald: Finished
  • Rose of the Night: working on beta reader corrections
  • Rose of the Oath: sent off to beta readers


  • Finish Rose of the Night and send it to an editor
  • Get Rose of the Oath to the final polishing stage
  • Write part 3 of Scarlet Rose
  • Fidelyon… as much as I can get done; another 10-15 chapters

Google Searches:

  • What does death smell like? Why do I even need to know this?
  • Wolf claw scars No, I don’t want makeup stuff to pretend I’ve scars of my own
  • Fooling a polygraph Can I take one and see the results?
  • How quickly does a bruise form? Depends… but it won’t look black and purple five minutes after the blow
  • How far can a wolf hear? Five to ten miles, depending on where they are

Other Writing:


Finally, as some of you know, I’ve been helping with Kingdom Pen for a year or two now. Well, this month I became director of the Kingdom Pen writing team! Or, to be more specific, I am the Kingdom Pen Writing Team Captian… with possession of all the puns related to the term of Captian – from ship talk to Steve Roger.

What are some of your most recent Google searches? How have you been doing? Also… would you all be terribly sorry if I stopped Caption Challenges in a month or two? Feel free to chat below or ask me questions. 🙂

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Indy e-Con: Formatting your Ebook

Ever wanted a step-by-step guide to formatting a Kindle ebook? Well, I created one just for the ongoing Indy e-Con. Check it out below!

And… because of the way the links and my blog is working, I can’t actually post the video so you can watch it from my blog. But I do have the link, so if you click that you can watch the video. 🙂


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March Vlog

Extra post today, but here is my March vlog! It is also part of the Very Awesome Vlog Challenge. And… YouTube picked a weird picture for my thumbnail, but I didn’t feel like finding a new one so… Enjoy. 😉

Oh, and random question. Are any of you going to the Best of the British Bible and Science Conference at the Creation Museum? I’ll be there with some friends in May and I’d love to know if you were there too!

As always, if you have any questions for me just comment below and I’ll answer them next month.

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Beyond the Parchment: Part 7

Here we are. 🙂 Welcome to my serial story, Beyond the Parchment

So far we learned that a dysfunctional portal, invented by a weary writer, May Ann, actually begins to work, bringing characters to our world. And herself into their world.

Anyway, you can read the first parts of the story here. You could just read the short blurbs about them, of course, but you’ll probably miss some important details. The blurbs are there for those of you who have read the story and are trying to keep track of all the names, more than anything else. You’re welcome. *bows*

Part 1: It Just had to be Lord Jerinthreo Kraven Balstin the Second: in which a writer, May Ann, wakes up to find a portal she’d designed in her book has become operational and two brothers, Jerinthreo and Daraton have come through and engaged in a bitter fight.

Part 2: All brothers fight sometimes, right?: May Ann tries to keep the brothers from killing each other. Grabs Jerin and pulls him into a secret passage, only to discover she has Daraton instead (they are identical twins). Break out of the passage into May Ann’s kitchen only to discover Varizan, a villain May Ann created, waiting for them.

Part 3: My kitchen will never be the same: Another fight between Daraton and Varizan breaks out in May Ann’s kitchen and May Ann saves Daraton’s life by shoving them both through the portal (which so happens to be the fridge).

Part 4: I am never doing that again: May Ann and Daraton arrive in Braceaon, Daraton is wounded and Varizan’s soldiers have taken over Daraton’s former home. May Ann helps Daraton away and they find Ethred, a lady both Jerin and Daraton seem to respect, and her daughter, Adella, who happens to be Lord Daraton’s wife.

Part 5: Well, that complicates things:: May Ann confers with Ethred and Adella and discovers they are both wordsmiths, chosen from their generations to record what happens in other realms (with some creative license). With Daraton resting, May Ann finally tries to get some sleep. But her eyes have barely closed when she finds herself wide awake. And captive in her own world.

Part 6: Why can’t this just be a dream: May Ann is a Varizan’s prisoner in this world. She (and he) realize that she is now in both worlds, though only awake in one. Varizan cryptically questions her, wanting to use her power as a wordsmith, then knocks her out.

Not my preferred mode of travel

My eyes fly open to glimpse Ethred and Adella bending over me. I groan and shove myself upright. “This is not how that portal was supposed to work.”

“Back, are you?” Ethred straightens and flashes a grin at Adella. “I told you she’d be fine. Besides,” she turns her attention to me. “You are the Wordsmith. Of course it would work differently on you.”

I groan, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed and pressing my hand to my forehead. “If by differently you mean being in two places at once and not being able to get a mental wink of sleep, while one body is unconscious and the other has to survive deadly dangers, then yes. I’d say it works differently.”

Adella crouches beside me, her brow furrowing she places two fingers to my neck and feels my wrist. “You’re sure you are fine? You were… you looked dead, almost.”

I force a smile. “Self-diagnosed as not dead.” I shake my hair out of my face and scan the room. What had Varizan said? Ask Ethred about the power of Wordsmiths? And Daraton… Black Shadows? A bit redundant but still, somewhat cool.

“Does Varizan know?” Ethred crosses her arms, standing before me as Adella slips back to where Daraton still sleeps. “About this shifting between realms deal?”

I blink. “Why do you think I woke up so quickly?”

“Fair point. He must be jealous.”

I press my hand to my forehead. Sleep. I need sleep. Except that only means Varizan again… “Daraton? How is he?”

“He hasn’t woken,” Adella replies. “Salendrian poison…” She shakes her head and presses her hand against his forehead. “Varizan knows of the cure. If he were here…” Her jaw tightens and her eyes flash as she lifts her gaze to mine. “Can you get that portal working again?”

“I wish.” I bite my lip. I shoved myself to my feet and turn on Ethred. “The power of the wordsmiths, what do you know of it?”

Her brow furrows. “We record, I already told you that. At least, we do our best to record. We don’t have any–”

“That isn’t what Varizan claims.” I advance a step. “There is something he wants. I’m still figuring him out, but he seems confident I can provide it. I’m assuming it is something a wordsmith in one’s own world can’t offer, else he’d have come to you instead of bothering with a portal.” My voice gains confidence. “Words cannot bring back the dead, but they have power. And I suspect you know a bit more about it than I do.”

For the first time, Ethred glances away. Her lips press in a tight line.

Well… that is an answer of some kind, anyway.

“What about the Black Shadows?” I press my advantage.

Both heads snap toward me.

“Black Shadows?” Adella rises to her feet. “Where did you hear that name?”

I roll my eyes. “Varizsan, of course. I didn’t make it up if that is what you are wondering. Well?”

“They were… raiders.” Ethred speaks slowly. “No allegiance. No nationality, though many of them hailed from Salendria. Lord Balstin fought them during the wars. Routed them. Never a single defeat, or so we heard.”

“And Varizan…?” A raider, perhaps? But no, he’d been a villager. A farmer. He had a family; one that died, by his own admission. Black Shadows. Bandit wars. Lord Balstin the Undefeated… pieces shift, twisting into various shapes and possibilities. I shove them all to the side. “Does Varizan have a captain or second in command of some sort nearby?”

Ethred narrows her eyes. “Why?”

I stare back. “I need information on this ambassador if we are to figure out how to stop him. And maybe he’ll know about a cure for Daraton.”

Ethred is already shaking her head. “And you think Thrayton will help you why, exactly?”

I pace to the end of the room and stare out into the night. Night… how can it still be dark? “Depends. Does he care for Varizan or fear him?”

“My dear, there is nothing on this earth Thrayton fears.”

“Well then,” I spin, planting my hands behind me on the windowsill. “How about a deal? Varizan is trapped in a cruel hard world and if Thrayton ever wants to see his…” I searched for a word. Master? Friend? “If he ever wants to see him again, he’s going to help us.”

Adella’s eyes gleam. “Nice. He might even believe you.”

Ethred still frowns. “And… you can reopen the portal?”

I scowl at her her. “Not yet. But I will figure it out.”

“Hmmm. I’m not–”

“I’m going with you.” Adella strides across the room and slings her quiver over her shoulders. “We’ll improvise if something goes wrong.”

I raise my eyebrows. “You mean if it turns out he doesn’t want Varizan back and we twist the story so that Daraton is the only one to can stop him and we need help.”

Adella doesn’t blink. “Something like that. Yes.”

“Adella!” Ethred steps forward, her eyes slipping between us.


Ethred hesitates, then her knuckles whiten over the back of a chair. “Be careful. And don’t you dare get captured, because I can’t tend to your husband and rescue you at the same time. Understand?”

Adella inclines her head. “I’ll be careful. We should be back by dawn. Unless,” she looks at me, her brow furrowing. “Unless she goes to sleep again.”

I roll my eyes. “I’m not just going to fall asleep.” Does Varizan have a way to wake me up, though? If he does…? Hmm, not sure what would happen. Could be interesting. I’d rather not find out.

I follow Adella from the cottage, back into the cool night. My fingers close about the dagger I’d saved from Daraton’s wound. Maybe Thrayton will recognize it. Whatever the case, I have a weapon of my own now, never mind the fact all my knowledge of how to use one came from a book. It is a knife. How hard can it be? I grimace.

Adella’s steps are firm, quick, retracing my own steps from earlier that evening. I grip her arm, pulling back as lights glint from a manor house. “Where are we going?”

She raises her eyebrows. “Did you think Thrayton was holed up in some cave or camp? All the ambassador’s men lodged in the manor. Thrayton will be running the place by now, or at least keeping some semblance of order.”

Thrayton… I shift through my memory as I fall in pace a step behind Adella. Nothing. I have nothing. Varizan really isn’t as well developed as I thought. Some skills–well, more than some. And… that’s about it. It’s not my fault! I wasn’t done with him yet, or with any of the others for that matter. I scowl.

My steps whisper against the grass and my fingers tighten around my dagger. The manor looms before us, dark. Deserted. One man rests on the top step, his arms crossed over one raised knee, his head leaning against the doorframe. Wonderful. A guard. Of course…

Shouts and the tramp of feet drift from the barracks and stables, but here all is surrounded in a pool of silence. Torches lift the night into a gloaming. The man shifts slowly as we approach, not even turning his gaze on us until we are mere paces away. His eyes flit over us and he scowls as he pushes himself to his feet.

“None of the lords are here, nor the ambassador either. I’d suggest you hurry back to the village. The night isn’t safe for such as you, even if you do carry a bow.”

I start. That voice… I’ve heard it before. Daraton and I… the stables. What had he said? Everyone vanishing isn’t natural, even for him. He’ll have got himself in deeper than he meant to this time…


“Obviously.” He crosses his arms as we don’t move. Light and shadows rove back and forth over his face.

Adella glances at me. I glance back at her.

She scowls, then advances a step. “We actually came to speak with you. And unless you are declaring open war on your hosts here at Braceaon, then I call upon your honor to help us.”

“Honor?” He springs forward a step. “Varizan has vanished. With a dozen of his men! On this land. I will do as I please until we get him back. If you have information about his location, then speak. Otherwise,” he flung out a hand, then turned away. “Just leave. I’ve other matters to deal with.”

Adella presses her lips tight, but I hold her back and advance a step. “I’ve seen Varizan.”

“Indeed.” Thrayton snorts then pauses as he glances at me, taking in my clothing. His eyes rest at my belt, freeze, then snap back to my face. “Let me have that!”

“This?” I draw the dagger. “It’s why we are here, actually. We need–”

“Let. Me. Have. That.” Thrayton strides forward and holds out his hand. “How did you come by this?”

I relinquish the weapon with a scowl. “Hurling a knife at someone is not how someone generally tries to keep their daggers safe.”

Thrayton grunts, holding the dagger up to the light. “Someone was wounded.” It is a statement, not a question. His eyes jerk back to me. He sighs. “Varizan poisoned his blades again, didn’t he?”

“And now Lord Daraton is dying,” Adella says. “We need the cure. And we need it quickly.”

A shadow crosses Thrayton’s face. “That is not something you will get unless you speak with Varizan himself.” He watches me closely. “Ah, so you do know where he is then?”

I blink. How had he just…?

“Where is he?”

“There is a portal, or was a portal…” I glance toward the stables. “He’s trapped on the other side.”

“Enjoying himself immensely, I’m sure.” Thrayton scowls. “How do we get over?”

“We don’t,” I say. “Lord Jerinr… Jerin…”

“Jerinthreo,” Adella supplies.

“Right. Anyway, he opened it. I’ll need to speak to him to figure out how to reopen it.”

“And where is he?”

“With Varizan.”

Thrayton throws his arms into the air. “And what use is all this news to me? You know where he is, but you can’t even speak to him or–”

“I can speak to him,” I interrupt.

Trayton pauses.

I shrug and glance at Adella apologetically. “I just need to go to sleep.”

Her jaw tightens, but she nods and pulls several flowers from her pocket. “I suspected as much. These will send you away quick enough.”

Well, then… I take the pale blossoms and sniff at them, then grasp Adella’s shoulders as the ground suddenly spins.

“Not here!” I hear her voice faintly. “What… don’t you know how…? Thrayton, help me, would you?”

Strong arms slip around my knees as they buckle, and another arm catches my shoulders. Blackness, flecked with petals, washes around me…

And I blink away back in my closet. The door is ajar and shouts echo through the house. More drift in faintly from what must be outside.

“Jerin…” my words slur, then jerk to a stop. The ropes are cut. The closet is empty.

The door opens and I lurch upright as a shadow moves between me and the light. Varizan smiles. “How nice to join us again. I hoped you would. And I’m afraid I need your help.” He taps the daggers at his belt. “You see, I’m very worried that Jerinthreo has just succeeded in rescuing himself.”

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February Highlights: A Launch Team and the Marines

My Life

One thing I enjoy about being the oldest of nine children is watching my siblings grow up. I watched a brother and sister go to college and get jobs. One of my little brothers is starting to write and has eight books planned. He is thirteen. Another brother is reading everything I give him. I am quite happy to oblige.

One thing I didn’t expect to be doing for some years yet was watching a brother join the military. Yet it has happened. My oldest ‘little’ brother, Josiah, signed up for the Marines last week. He’s not officially in quite yet…he has to get a waiver for his feet (something we are hoping he’ll get this next week). If he gets the waiver (and it is likely he will) he will head off to boot camp in June. If not, he’ll be leaving next year.

It is a bit startling to suddenly realize that one’s siblings are as old as the young men leading armies and rescuing nations in my own stories. And that they are leaving on their own. Though Josiah is the first, I’ve feeling he won’t be the last of my brothers to join up as the years pass.



  • Scarlet Rose – correcting/rewriting: 16,068 words/part 1 finished
  • Fidelyon: Outline finished. 16,111 words/5 1/2 chapters rewritten
  • Mercy of Fate: Written; awaiting corrections
  • Shadows of the Hersweald: Finished
  • Song of the Sword: Edited (finishing today)
  • Rose of the Night: Second round of corrections finished
  • Rose of the Oath: Working on second round of corrections

Google Searches:

  • How did they make rope in medieval times?
  • How long do rebellions last? Why do I expect there to be an answer for this?
  • The Russian Revolution Which lasted only a few months. Well, a few days, then most of year, then there was another revolution. Great for some ideas I needed…
  • Counter-Revolutions
  • Causes of a permanent limp hint: you don’t have to break your leg to get a limp
  • How far is it from South Bend to Chicago?
  • Drugs to fake death Ok, it’s just in scifi? Well, good thing I’m writing fiction
  • What does a dead body look like after being in water? You probably don’t want to know
  • How long does it take someone to die from a stab wound to the chest? Yes, Google, I know that is an extremely specific search. No, I didn’t murder anyone. And you seem to have a surprising amount of answers for the question…

Other Writing:


Finally, you can join my launch team for Shadows of the Hersweald. Check it out here, because it’s going to be fun and I’m looking forward to working with you and besides, quite frankly, launching a book is not something one can do on their own.

What have you been up to recently? How many writing projects do you work on at a time? Has spring appeared yet? Feel free to chat below or ask me questions. 🙂


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