Back in March I started talking about a new zombie related project I was working on, and no one was surprised. Considering I frequently wear my blood spattered “This is my zombie killing shirt” t-shirt out in public, can we really say we expected anything different from the woman who casually stockpiles canned goods in … Continue reading Zombies, New York, and Kryptonite
This morning while walking the dog I was so engrossed in mentally blocking a scene from my newest dystopian project that I failed to see a muddy pothole in the road directly in front of me. While Henry neatly avoided the gap, I caught my toe on the edge and nearly face planted in the … Continue reading There are Zombies in Boston.
When putting together a manuscript, there’s always a weird sort of limbo in between the “word vomit” writing phase and the editing phase. Much of that might be because the editing phase is no fun at all, and I’m the world’s worst (or best, depending on how you look at it) procrastinator. I’ve also recently … Continue reading Work In Progress
The day I published Rogue Elegance I sat back, poured myself a glass of wine, and told myself that I was finally, finally done. Done with what? With the story? With writing? With becoming way too emotionally attached to my own fictional characters? Turns out, I wasn’t done with any of it. Even before the … Continue reading On To The Next Adventure, Then
When I first ventured into the very wide (and occasionally very scary) world of independent publishing, I had this great plan that I was going to do a weekly blog post to update readers on everything that I was doing. For some reason, I felt like documenting the steps that I was taking would somehow … Continue reading Great, Now What? The Ballad of an Indie Author.
I realize I’ve been a little bit absent on the blogosphere lately (is that a thing, the blogosphere?). Truth be told, I’m terrible at any sort of blogging or journal keeping. I recently went through my childhood room with my mother as she and my dad got ready to move out, and I discovered several … Continue reading The Final Sprint
Nerani fans herself gently, lifting her twisted brown locks off of the back of her neck. The obstinate afternoon sun sizzles against the cobblestone underfoot. Something uneasy stirs within her and she feels, suddenly, as though she is being watched. Up ahead, the boy and his mother are long gone. She glances cautiously at her … Continue reading Introducing Nerani the Elegant
“Walk with me,” Melena commands shrilly, her smile wide. She takes Emerala’s arm, prying it easily from Derek’s grip. Emerala chances a look at Lachlan as the woman leads her away. He nods once, the decline of his chin almost imperceptible in the speckled shade that dances across his face. “Men can be so dull,” … Continue reading Emerala the Rogue
James Byron is halfway to the dungeons when something strange catches his eye. He pauses in the empty hallway, the ghostly echo of his footfalls carrying on in his wake. To his left is a narrow alcove leading into one of the king’s many wine cellars. The room itself is quite normal. Narrow bottles of … Continue reading Introducing James Byron
Roberts the Valiant paces the length of the great, stone gallery, his head bowed. Tousled black ringlets cascade wildly across his forehead, obscuring the angry glimmer of his emerald eyes. He mutters darkly, the words that fall from his lips scarcely audible to anyone but himself. The only sound in the room is the distinct … Continue reading Introducing Roberts the Valiant