Wibbly Wobbly Revise-y Wimey

Hoo boy. Where do I begin? I have been neglecting this poor, poor blog. There are a few reasons for this, though I can’t claim any of them are good reasons. The first: I wrote and finished the first in a YA Gaslamp-esque Fantasy during the months of November and December. I haven’t had many … Continue reading

There is a War Within Me

“There is a war within me,” she murmured. “And both sides are at an impasse. The battles rage day by toiling day and at the end of it, when all the soldiers are dead or dying, I start to think that maybe I have made my choice. Maybe I can do without you. Maybe I … Continue reading

On Winning NaNoWriMo

I won NaNoWriMo yesterday morning! This means I completed 50,000 words over the course of 30 days. My story is not yet done – I still have a ways to go before it’s completed. But I’ve carved out 50,000 words and that makes all the difference. NaNoWriMo is easy for some, but difficult for others. … Continue reading

My NaNoWriMo 2014

I sit down at the computer, coffee at the ready, my right hand man. I open my document, no longer blank, no longer waiting to be told what it is, what it’s going to be. 10,000 words stare back at me, waiting for more. A story is 50,000, 70,000, 90,000 brothers and sisters, crowding the … Continue reading

Flash Fiction: Rusalka

She is beautiful – all dangerous things are. But she doesn’t mean to be – beautiful, or dangerous. She doesn’t mean to lurk below the surface of a turbulent sea, waiting for men to appear in their ships, or out on the pier at a deadly hour. She doesn’t mean to kill them, to watch … Continue reading

Flash Fiction: Lindy

I stare at Lindy Phillips for a long, long time. I take in everything about her: the long tendril curls, undone in the water. The heart shaped mouth, lips pursed in surprise. The ripped white tights, fabric flayed open. The yellow dress I remembered as a gift from her mother, tattered. Her fingernails are painted … Continue reading

Finding My Genre

I am nearing the end of another revision to an old WIP, Songs for Ghosts (how many edits can one person do? Answer: many), and it has me thinking about genre. I have struggled for a while with categorizing this novel, for a number of reasons. Before I go into that, I’m going to give … Continue reading

Flash Fiction: Jack

Sorry, Dad…   And through the heady, incensed smoke, through the din and screeching laughter of corseted and uncorseted ladies, he saw her. Her face alight with laughter, her dark hair in tangled ringlets about her heart shaped face. In the instant he saw her, he knew there would never be another who would capture … Continue reading

Flash Fiction: The Game

I haven’t posted anything in a while. It’s not that I haven’t been writing, I’ve just been focusing on longer works and sort of neglecting the flash fiction format. This one was a quickie I wrote a few nights back. Not sure how I feel about it, but figured I’d post it anyway. We used … Continue reading

Flash Fiction: Inbox

An old one. Maybe it seems like an odd choice, thanks to its melancholy, but it was written during New Year’s once, and seemed sort of appropriate, if angst-y. My inbox used to be full of you. And I hadn’t realized just how much it had emptied, just how trivial the content there had become, … Continue reading