The Horse Who Lost His Horseshoe
This was the very first “book” I ever wrote, published in my first grade enrichment class. Allow me to introduce you to Spotty….
Sara A. Noë
I'm an award-winning fantasy author, artist, and photographer from La Porte, Indiana. My poetry, short fiction, and memoir works have been featured in various anthologies and journals since 2005, and several of my poems are available in the Indiana Poetry Archives. The first three novels in my Chronicles of Avilésor: War of the Realms series have received awards from Literary Titan.
After some time working as a freelance writer, I was shocked by how many website articles are actually written by paid "ghost writers" but published under the byline of a different author. It was a jolt seeing my articles presented as if they were written by a high-profile CEO or an industry expert with decades of experience. I'll be honest; it felt slimy and dishonest. I had none of the credentials readers assumed the author of the article actually had. Ghost writing is a perfectly legal, astonishingly common practice, and now, AI has entered the playing field to further muddy the waters. It's hard to trust who (or what) actually wrote the content you'll read online these days.
That's not the case here at On The Cobblestone Road. I do not and never will pay a ghost writer, then slap my name on their work as if I'd written it. This website is 100% authentic. No outsourcing. No ghost writing. No AI-generated content. It's just me... as it should be.
If you would like to support my work, check out the Support The Creator page for more information. Thank you for finding my website! 🖤
After some time working as a freelance writer, I was shocked by how many website articles are actually written by paid "ghost writers" but published under the byline of a different author. It was a jolt seeing my articles presented as if they were written by a high-profile CEO or an industry expert with decades of experience. I'll be honest; it felt slimy and dishonest. I had none of the credentials readers assumed the author of the article actually had. Ghost writing is a perfectly legal, astonishingly common practice, and now, AI has entered the playing field to further muddy the waters. It's hard to trust who (or what) actually wrote the content you'll read online these days.
That's not the case here at On The Cobblestone Road. I do not and never will pay a ghost writer, then slap my name on their work as if I'd written it. This website is 100% authentic. No outsourcing. No ghost writing. No AI-generated content. It's just me... as it should be.
If you would like to support my work, check out the Support The Creator page for more information. Thank you for finding my website! 🖤
Writing Advice: You Have To Jump If You Want To Succeed
Writing is a solitary endeavor. That makes the decision to publish all the more daunting.
Lenses (Sandcastle 4.14)
Sometimes, while seeking the panoramas, we forget to use the macro lens and photograph the little things right in front of us.
Skeleton’s Ghost (Sandcastle 4.09)
I don’t know what possessed me to come see you. I, who held you all my life inside my hands and thought they were empty.
Do What You Love, Part I
A dear friend and truly amazing woman once gave me advice I still hold close to my heart every day: “Do what you love, and the money will follow.”
Angels Cry
when their wings are broken as do butterflies before they die. Moon drives her brother down down down as ink washes over the blood….
Four Faces
The Japanese say you have three faces. The first face, you show to the world. The second face, you show to your close friends, and your family.
Redemption
He shouldn’t have moved. If he hadn’t have moved, he wouldn’t have died. I told him not to move. I’ve never fired a gun before.
Finding Your Voice
Voice. It’s a simple concept. Execution? Not always quite as easy. An author’s voice is unique. Even if you’ve never read beyond the first page….
Needles (Sandcastle 3.09)
My cramped fingers finally lose their hold on the porous rock. My heart hurdles into my throat. I gasp, arms pin-wheeling, flailing….