Something I started a while back and have yet to return to. Maybe someday. The wind tousled the long blades of grass that adorned the sloping hill. It was a sunny day, a perfect day to escape from the thick, overhanging trees that grew in the Black Forrest just beyond the clearing. It was one … More Grasshoppers
He watched the flashes of light. He was so close he could smell them. The boom and roar had long since turned to silence. He was battered by the shatter and thrash around him. Dark clouds tumbled overhead. Threatening him to move lest he be struck down directly. But he watched and splayed his fingers. … More Lightning
Let’s night, after I posted my daily blog, an interesting notice came up. It turns out that yesterday was my 100th straight day with a posting on this site. Which makes today the 101st. So far this is shaping up to be a pretty good year for me, writing wise. I finished up the first … More 101 Days
Vendarr made his way to the frozen west, confident that he would be able to tame the frozen savages that lived there. For he was Vendarr, wielder of the Inferno Blade, and all knew that ice had no recourse but to melt before the greatness that is fire! And so, Vendarr trekked into the great … More The Legend of Vendarr
I’m currently editing my next fantasy novel A Song in Darkness. The story hinges around an elderly bard who ends up traveling with a red elf, bonded over a shared love of music. Here are the first 600 words of chapter 2, where we meet the red elves for the first time. “Your swords are … More A Song in Darkness Excerpt
After a few false starts, today was a fairly successful day of editing. Or at least as successful as you can get while caring for a newborn. Still, a day that comes with an abundance of baby snuggles is a good day. But, at last, I was able to edit. And it felt quite productive … More Editing Paranoia
It was just after the baby bird opened its eyes that Tym realized he should have studied more. That had always been his problem. The stars of his birth foretold of great magical potential, and there was little doubt that potential existed, however Tym seemed to actively avoid the work that would activate said potential. … More Baby Bird
I’ve spent most of today rocking my three-week-old daughter. She is firmly in the stage where the only time she is happy is when she is being held. But, every now and then she falls asleep. I’ve used those precious moments to work on some editing of my work in progress, A Song in Darkness. … More Another Sneak Peak at my WiP
The sweat once again dripped into his eyes. If he did nothing, soon the stinging would begin. He steadied the arrow against the bow with one hand and wiped the sweat away with the other. He blinked several times in rapid succession in the hopes of warding off irritation. Soon it would be the moment … More Take Aim
She tested the weight of the sheathed blade. It was heavier than what she was used to wielding, which only made sense as it was a hand and a half longer the her previous blade. Mayhaps she would need to carry it on her shoulder. Wearing at her hip would certainly make the yojans she … More The Sword
