It was sort of like getting your birthday twice in a year. I hadn’t expected to make it to any fair this year, and here I was, out of the blue, going to two, one after the other. The week in between? I’ll admit it, there wasn’t the same giddy adrenaline shock of the firstContinue reading “Renaissance Fair (Part II!)”
So here it is! Belated but as promised. Far be it from me to end my Bi-Annual Epic Book Haul on such an enigmatic note and never explain myself. Hold on to your dragons’ tails and buckle your Viking helmets, we’re officially in Renaissance faire season! (cue BookmarkedOne distant screams of delight) I have mentionedContinue reading “Nefarious Adventures Return (Renaissance Fair!)”
Nefarious. That was our code word. No, we weren’t burgling a dragon or planning a spy mission. But we were sneaking off on a delicious adventure. The Epic Library Book Sale. That’s right! Twice a year, one of the big warehouse rooms at the fairgrounds is filled to the brim with books, and whoever hasContinue reading “The Bi-Annual Epic Book Haul”
Book: We Hunt the Flame by Hafsah Faizal Series: Sands of Arawiya, No. 1 Genre: YA (Arabian-inspired) Fantasy/Romance Content for the Sensitive Reader: Cold-blooded murder, violence in relationships, torture, war, genocide, battle sequences, seduction (via backstory), sexism, passionate kissing and contact, plenty of innuendo, mild language in various tongues, implied mind control. Frankly, I didn’tContinue reading “We Hunt the Flame (Book Review/Rant)”
I’m quite terrible at astronomy. Always have been. Even before I became a nearsighted creature from too many books and the sky went blurry-blurry. But I do love a sky full of stars. It doesn’t matter what their names are or what pattern they make in their dance, I just find the night beautiful. MaybeContinue reading “Midwinter Stars, Dune, and Ink…another writing update”
It’s November 29th. NaNoWriMo 2020 officially closes at midnight tomorrow. I am not ready for this. Not because I’m vastly behind on words–I’ve written my 50,000 and then some. What I’m not ready for is the end. Finishing the novel that keeps taking more and more twists and turns and muddying the plot so IContinue reading “NaNoWriMo: Preparing for the End”
7 days. 17,864 words. Something between 9 and 14 cups of green tea.
The novel is born.
How am I, you ask? Still alive (and typing! See? Look at me go!). A little worse for wear.
Here’s to the silent void we send all our stories into. Here’s to the hope they come out well. Here’s to the waiting, the listening the watching, the wondering if it was real. Here’s to the dark nights we all spend alone over black keys, crying into nothing about people we’ve never seen. Here’s toContinue reading “Here’s to the Silent Void”
I think everyone has a small grimy goblin sitting in the back of their head saying all the things we shouldn’t dare to do. Well. At least, that’s the way it seems. Mine is particularly vocal. And I hate it with a passion that is not to be denied. Most people would say caution isContinue reading “On Daring to Write…despite all the voices in my head telling me not to…”
Everyone has a Neverland. That’s what J.M. Barrie seems to say. He says a lot of other things that people have henpecked bloody over the years. That’s not the point. Everyone has something, somewhere, someone, they keep close when they shut their eyes. And, so it would seem, it’s only by forgetting, by refusing toContinue reading “Someday-Never”