Happy Holidays

December 21, 2015

Greetings and Happy Holidays!

Time to update! My fifth book will come out tomorrow (under my pseudonym), and I’m polishing up a sixth that I have a very specific plan for (it was a surprise idea that popped up during NaNoWriMo, which I will tell you all about in about six months when I see how it goes). Once book #6 is out of my hands (hopefully in January), I’m going to finish what will end up being my 7th book, The Salt Pine Prince. I know I’ve said that a few times, and who knows if I’ll actually follow through this time, but there it is. It’s always been in the back of my mind, where I’ve been working out the kinks.

Also of note, I got a new job! It’s been a journey the past eight months being a “stay at home mom”. It always felt like there was no time to write, but somehow I self-published three books in that time, and got a lot of work done on #6. But I’m ready to get back to work.

Finally, I’m still writing short stories and have been working with an anthology called “Clash of the Titles”, where the editor created the titles and the writers wrote stories to match. My story is called “A Quality of Pain” (it’s fairly dark) and right now I’m not sure if it will appear in the main anthology or be released in a spin-off magazine. There’s a Kickstarter planned so depending on where my story will appear I may update on that at a later date.

Well, that’s all for now! I’ve been flirting with the idea of quitting social media because I honestly don’t care for it, and never have. It’s just another thing to update. I convince myself that I’ll be able to manage it (I even created a Hootsuite account) and I do for a few weeks, then I go months without tweeting or updating Facebook. So, we’ll see.

Happy Holidays and New Year!


Short story released!

November 1, 2015

Today is the day! Check out my short story, The Guardian of the Mountain, for free on SQ Mag here! Hope you enjoy!

Today is also the first day of NaNoWriMo, and I’m participating for the 4th time. I hope to write a sequel for my horror series, as well as finish The Salt Pine Prince. I like having two very different projects to work on because NaNoWriMo is intense, and writing two separate stories somehow makes it a little easier for me.

Anyway, that’s it for now! Back to writing….

SO…..it’s been awhile! In the past few months we’ve moved to a different state, changed jobs, applied for new jobs, I started working from home, my oldest child started preschool, all with baby Cedric in tow. It’s been busy, to say the least. Toss in some health issues and it’s a party! During that time I actually wrote a short non-fiction book that is doing well, all things considered, and as a sequel to another series I’m writing. Once that one’s published, I’m going to update The Feast, then really crack down on The Salt Pine Prince during NaNoWriMo.

And, here’s more exciting news: a short story I wrote earlier this year, entitled “The Guardian of the Mountain”, will appear in SQ Mag next month. It’s (very, very) loosely based on Beauty and the Beast and is more of a fable than straight-up fantasy. It was really fun to write and I’m very excited to show something different! I’ll share a link to it when the time comes, but in the meantime feel free to check out SQ Mag. They’re based in Australia and offer a nice variety every issue.


I’m paraphrasing Flora on page five. This is how I’ve been feeling lately about Delaterra. It’s such a big place, and so much is happening, I simply can’t keep track of it all! So I’ve been sticking to short stories, and a non-fiction book I’ll publish next month. At least until things quiet down 🙂 In the past few months we had Cedric, moved to a different state, and fixed up a house. Plus, I took an online continuing ed class for librarianship in there (and I’m still questioning my sanity regarding that decision!). Things are finally settling into a routine, and soon I’ll stop thinking about Delaterra and I’ll write about it instead.

I just wanted to give a little update about writing, since I tend to keep on the quiet side. I love working on so many different projects because there’s always something to write, a few sentences here and a paragraph there. It’s progress. Shotgun progress, but progress all the same. Moving forward. Moving upward. Slowly growing. I don’t see the forest for the trees (or the book for all the words), then suddenly…it’s there. But not for a while yet 🙂

Good night.

Welcome aboard, Cedric!

April 22, 2015

Time to update on my personal life! My husband, daughter (Ellie, almost 3), and I welcomed Cedric James to our family on March 25, his due date. Fun fact: his sister was also born on her due date! The past month has been a blur, but I do have good writing news. Sometime soon I hope to share details on a short story I submitted to a magazine 🙂 Other than that, I’m plugging away at The Salt Pine Prince when I can!

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Click here for a nice review by The Bookie Monster! What a great way to start a Friday, and kick-off the weekend 🙂

I am perhaps a third done with The Salt Pine Prince, the next installment of The Feast saga (AKA Tale of Delaterra), set for release hopefully Spring 2016. Below is an excerpt from one of Bjorn’s chapters:

Dawn on the inland sea. It looks like winter, always, because of the salt pines. They coat everything in white, no matter the time of year. It is beautiful, every morning, as the light reflects on salt slick with dew, and the few animals that can live here quickly lap up the water before it gets too brackish for them. Apart from the small stream that empties into the sea, that’s all there is for them to drink. Except when the trees weep.

“Bjorn,” Ebbe greets me. I nod. Together we head to the stables to feed the animals, before we feed ourselves. It is the nature of life here, to care for other beings first. We have the resilience and will to wait for food; animals only know their hunger.

“Almost time,” Ebbe comments as we brush down Morvan, the giant Clydesdale that does all our hauling. I nod again.

Morvan knows it’s almost time, too, for us to journey together. I can tell he’s been conserving his strength for the weeks ahead. He will need it, since salt is heavy.

“You’re old enough to go alone this year.” Ebbe doesn’t say I should, I notice. Still, I feel ready, and know I can manage it alone. I nod again. We finish caring for the other animals–four goats, three sheep, and various fowl–before heading inside. Jorgen has prepared gruel and tea, and we welcome the warmth. It is not winter, far from it, but the mornings are always chilly by the Pines.

“What say you, Thom?” Ebbe asks between mouthfuls, “Bjorn will gather the salt alone this time.”

“’Bout time,” Thom says, though he is not cross, “Lad’s been strong enough these past two years to manage alone. It’ll be a good test for his will, though. It’s lonesome across the sea.” Thom winks at me, a sparkle of mischief in his dark eyes.

“Aye, the lad’s ready,” Jorgen comments. He is the eldest monk, though by no means infirm. A lifetime of restraint has made these men resilient to the hardship of life despite its daily wearing, and I wonder if I will be the same in fifty years’ time. I stare at the spoonful of gruel as a strange feeling enters my chest. Discontent? I carefully open my mouth and take the spoonful. By now I can manage to eat without pain, and speaking doesn’t bother me nearly as much as it did when I was a child, but silence is a difficult habit to break. Fortunately, I can communicate with my caretakers largely without speaking. They are good listeners, to be sure, but they are excellent readers of faces, hands, and silences, too.

“We’re running low on crimson and azure, a little earlier than usual,” Ebbe says, his hands around his mug of tea. His long fingers are delicate and gentle, which might be why the animals like him the best of us all. I smile as well as I can, because it’s my fault the ink is low. “Then again, it’s worth the beauty Bjorn gave us.” He gestures to my drawing pinned to the wall, where a familiar dawn shines down on us.

“It’s hard to begrudge the lad that,” Thom says, “His pictures speak the love of this land he’d rather not say.”

“Oh, hello,” Ebbe says to the bird landing on the sill, “What have we here?” He gently picks up the bird and unrolls the tiny parchment on its leg.

“I’ll read it,” Jorgen says, reaching for it, thankfully interrupting the monks,“You find him some crumbs.” Ebbe nods.

“Well? What’s it say?” Thom asks after a moment, noticing Jorgen’s amusement.

“Madge will visit soon, with one of her friends. We can expect them within the week.”

Jorgen grumbles and sits back in his chair. “The only thing worse than one sorcerer is two,” he comments, but he is not cross. Without Madge, I would’ve died as a child, so she’s always welcome when she makes her way north to us.

First Entry

April 8, 2014

8th day of Diamond Moon, 15:21. I’m finishing up my book! It’s set to be about 170-180k words, and about 70 chapters. Just a typical epic fantasy 😉 Something about the conclusion is gnawing at me…If I had a first mate, I’d bother him (or her) about it. Alas, it’s just me. Maybe my subconscious will help me figure it out. EG