Riftwalker is coming along pretty well at almost 40,000 words.  I know that it’s been a long journey for those of you who have been following this novel and its progress since I started it as part of the 2010 National Novel Writing Month, but rest assured, it will become reality this year, come hell or high water. I’m still in the progress of not only finishing the writing, but re-vamping the cover art since I’ll need it when...

Unexpected Tales
Leaves of Iron / July 4, 2015

The night began one way and ended, unexpectedly, in another. I wasn’t sure what to make of Sa’vern when I first encountered him. He seemed not unlike so many knights-errant that I’ve encountered in my travels: hidebound by his sense of duty, viewing himself only as a tool of the people. It made me wonder if he had known any other life than war or lands in conflict. He spoke briefly only of family long-since dead and spoke longer stil...

The Promise of Life
Fan Fiction Friday / July 3, 2015

Brynn settled her back against the massive oak that loomed over the party’s encampment.  They would arrive back in Red Larch some time tomorrow and she had to confess it would be good to get back to civilization for a while.  Granted, their search for the missing delegation had led to several dead-ends thusfar, but she was hoping that through her many donations to the town that they now took a vested interest in the party and i...

Growing Up Right
Author's Musings / June 28, 2015

When I was young my parents never said, “You must be a Roman Catholic or a Southern Baptist.  You have to choose, one or the other.”  They felt that religion, or the lack thereof, was a personal decision that I should make on my own when I felt the time was right.  It’s something that I largely love and respect them for because it’s let me explore the world without having it colored by the perceptions of heavy...

Even the Rose Withers

Ishgard… A place of insurmountable beauty trapped within the clutches of the depths of winter, where every breath threatens to freeze the heart betwixt one beat and the next.  A place so filled with its own sense of righteousness that the weight of it fills the air. Yet, as I have learned to my woe during the course of my studies, things of beauty are not meant to last.  Does not even the rose wither?  There is nothing in this world ...

Back to Writing Roots
Author's Musings / June 26, 2015

Before there was a dream of publication… Before there was talk of books and being an author… There was just a girl with a blog that enjoyed writing.  Somewhere in the process of the journey to become an author, I lost sight of that girl that I used to be.  The one who wrote for love of the written word.  Not for fame.  Not for fortune.  Not for the dream of being read by many.  I wrote because it was what I loved to do an...

The Siege of Arey :: Introduction
The Siege of Arey / August 10, 2014

Arey… Once, a city of splendors and plenty with a joyous, prosperous people. The jewel of the Bladed Coast, it was the center of trade and commerce with the Crowning Isles and all points beyond. Despite that, however, her enemies were many.  All along the mainland there were smaller, outlying countries who envied Arey her wealth and success. Foremost among them were the Trinity Princes who ruled the lands of Elshir to the west....