I’ve had a very busy summer with gardening, hiding from the heat and working on the book. This is typically a season where my writing goes through a lull, but that’s not happening this year. I’ve gone through the manuscript YET AGAIN looking for repetitious words or similar words, little gotchas where that need to…
Groggy eyes open, shut again in a denial of the presence of daylight. Roll over, snuggle my sweetheart, fall back to sleep. Slowly coming to consciousness again. Sound of the ceiling fan and the birdsong coming from outside through the small opening in the window. We’re at about 2500 feet above sea level, with a…
I took the Goodreads reading challenge last year and put my goal at 50 books. I got to 41. A mix of fiction and non-fiction. Fiction was mostly speculative, fantasy and scifi genres. Much of my non-fiction reading was motivated by a desire to learn about whiteness and systemic racism and included works of history,…
I sat down and wrote out the story I drafted the other day. This is erotica based on real events. For adult readers only; and only adults that want to read erotica. Check it out on my other blog: Puzzle Pieces.
I’m still working my way through Neil Gaiman’s MasterClass, having taken some breaks along the way. Today I followed instructions in Chapter 6 about taking a story in unexpected ways. The prompt I used was “child raking in a sandbox next to his nanny”. The initial result of my free writing session is below: Merton’s…
Anyone with a passing knowledge of Greek mythology has heard of Cerberus, the three-headed dog (though some accounts describe him as having many more heads than that and not all canine, this is not the story I am here to share). What many do not know is that Cerberus was not an only child. His…
Once upon a time (2013), I started writing a story about a butch dyke named Buddy who leaves the small town they grew up in and heads to the big city. I started the story during one NaNoWriMo and continued it a year later during the next one. This project has been sitting on my…
She woke with a start, gazing around with a confused expression. “Where is this? What’s going on?” She asked in a voice rough from lack of use. I stood up and came to her bedside. “You’re on the Zephretti in the infirmary. Or what passes for it on a freighter.” The girl, who had been…