I've been hard at work on Scarred Beauty, the second of the Wylder Tales trilogy and am very excited to share with y'all. Writing this book has been a new challenge and fun journey for me. I've been learning a lot about the "beat" of the story, as well as the things that make each... Continue Reading →

International Author’s Day

As an author, it means the world to me anytime someone takes the time to comment about or share my books. Which is why I wanted to help participate in Bookish Indulgences International Author's Day blog hop. I'll be focusing on five of my fellow Indie authors & their books. At the end, I hope... Continue Reading →

Revisions

Today I completed the much needed spelling / grammar check of Moonlight, my adult romance novel. Believe you and me, there was plenty to adjust. I have given Moonlight a bit of space since finishing, so I could focus on Volume 2 of Craving Beauty. Also, it's pretty standard protocol when revising / drafting your... Continue Reading →

I've been working steadily on the sequel to Craving Beauty and tucking away 500-1000 words a day. A lot of this sudden increase in productivity is thanks to my baby being old enough to sleep through the night (we are still working on that, lol) Those nightly hours after we put him to sleep have... Continue Reading →

"I can tell you generally that when treating with magic in fantasy, you have to keep it magical. Many fantasy writers work out these detailed systems, and rules, and I think that's a mistake. For magic to be effective in literary sense, it has to be unknowable and strange and dangerous, with forces that can't... Continue Reading →

Stay, a love story

A few years ago, I wrote a love story simply titled Stay. I wanted to explore the subject of love because I had been in a very bitter and cynical position for some time prior to it. So like any true scholar, I decided to do some research. I thought there had to be a... Continue Reading →

Baby Love, My Baby Love

Nothing pulls at your heartstrings like a baby's cry. I heard my son's cry before I could see him. The instant that sound pierced the air it suddenly became real for me. I had carried him for nine months, sure, but it wasn't until I heard his cry that I knew I was a parent.... Continue Reading →

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