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….
Halfway There (Sandcastle 3.07)
Halfway there. The stars upside down above the shore, also screaming in silence. Such need. Rowing, rowing, still halfway there.
Why I Write Fantasy
I’ve come to understand that writing fantasy genre fiction is my mind’s way of dreaming while awake, allowing me to observe the problems….
Welcome To the Masquerade
We all wear masks, or so I’ve been told. Intricacies fashioned of silver and gold. Painted smiles white and red will hide our troubles, our sadness, our dread.