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.
Please Be Okay (Sandcastle 3.04)
Each boom outside makes the dishes in the china cabinet tremble. A car alarm down the street starts shrieking in rhythmic bursts….
One Wish
Charms have always been illegal. Evelyn had been well aware of the law when she stood before the stranger’s cart inspecting the wares.
Dear Twitter Authors,
We haven’t met. I don’t know where you live. I wouldn’t recognize you if we passed on the street. And yet here we are….
Seconds (Sandcastle 2.14)
Waiting. Still waiting. Wind the pocket watch. Wouldn’t want to lose track of Time tick tick ticking away. Time never waits.
Trapped In A Corner… Now What? Dealing with Writer’s Block
In today’s market, the stakes have to be higher and the bad guys have to be stronger, faster, and more cunning than ever.
