Flashy Friday: Close Your Eyes

“Hmm?” Rough as sand, his deep voice cut through the silence, but she didn’t startle. Instead she asked again, “Will it always be like this?” He wanted to lie to her. Yes—that was the word she wanted to hear, the promise he should make, even though it would be impossible to keep—it will always be […]

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NaNoWriMo Week Two: Halfway to 50K

It’s not even officially the middle of the month, but today I crossed the halfway mark on my 2018 NaNoWriMo novel: To Err. Considering how much I struggled with writing in general these last few years, managing to finish little more than short fiction projects with some dedication and prodding, I am incredibly proud of myself […]

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Flashy Friday: Troll Say

Hungry Troll wait. Crouch low and comfy, Troll wait for feet sound—clippity-clippity-clippity. Troll guard bridge. Prince say so. Give Troll shiny hat too small for Troll head. Bring Troll big club called dragon bone and say then to Troll, “This Troll job. Troll watch bridge and no let pass unless pay.” Troll know what not […]

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NaNoWriMo Week One in the Rear View

I’ve been really busy this last week, between keeping on task with my NaNoWriMo novel, work, reading for research and pleasure, and trying to maintain my exercise schedule, I haven’t had much time to update the blog. I’m about to sit down and slap today’s word count goal into submission, but I thought I’d offer […]

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Legion by Brandon Sanderson

I was really looking forward to this book, but I have to say I’m glad I got Legion out of the library rather than buying it, as I’m prone to do with Sanderson’s books. I am generally a big Brandon Sanderson fan, and while Legion wasn’t a terrible book, I can’t see it as one […]

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Flashy Friday: Mrs. Wilmington’s Closet

There was something in her hair. A bug, or a piece of string tickling against her scalp. Harlene’s arms flailed, hands immediately combing through the deconstructed strands of what was once a tight French twist. The tickling thing brushed across the tops of her knuckles, and she ducked down, a high-pitched shriek tearing through her […]

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