Tuesday, July 22, 2014


After much waffling and many frustrations, I have decided to move this blog from Blogger to Wordpress. The menu was annoying; the comment box is now broken, and that is the last straw.

All posts and comments have been imported to the new blog. To keep up with my continuing adventures, please visit me here:

Monday, July 21, 2014

Pay No Attention to the Man Behind the Curtain

I'm attempting to install a fancy-pants dropdown menu and having a little bit of trouble. Please pardon our appearance while I attempt to teach myself html.

Thursday, July 17, 2014

Ruh Roh

The end of scene 9. Bria and Kel are in trouble...

They turned a corner, and Kel stopped suddenly. Bria bent over, hands on her knees, gasping for breath. Their path was blocked by a door. Kel tugged at it, but it did not move.
“Bria, come help me.”
Even their combined efforts failed to move the door. It groaned, but did not open.
Kel stood, panting, hands on hips. “Well, shit.”
Bria wiped the sweat from her forehead with a dirty sleeve. “Try again?”
“Oh, pretty, pretty princesses.” The voice startled her. Bria whirled around. Behind them, blocking their only means of escape, was a soldier with a scraggly black beard and a sickening smile. Bria felt Kel stiffen beside her.

“That won’t work,” said the man. “We nailed it shut.”

Tuesday, July 15, 2014

In Which Princess Takes Over

Holy moly, guys. I used to think writers who said that characters did things on their own were crazy.

They're not.

Okay, I don't mean that my characters actually refuse to do what I've planned. They're imaginary. I can make them do whatever I want.

But sometimes I start a sentence intending to write "Kel turned around and walked across the room" and instead what comes out is "Kel pressed her face into the corner and didn't move, nuh uh, no way"*.

(*That's paraphrasing. In case you weren't sure.)

I just updated the sidebar, but if you're following along at home you can find my most up-to-date wordcount here: http://campnanowrimo.org/campers/falcon21893/novels/the-blood-of-kings/stats

Flashfic: An Invitation

He came to her in dreams, a pale white beauty dressed in dark silk. He was charming, too; he laughed at her jokes and kissed her palms and stroked the hollow place at the front of her throat.

She began to look forward to the night. Her days were long, and dreary, and empty.  Her nights were full and bright and real.

Every night: “May I?”
One night: “Yes.”

He kissed her throat, lips warm and soft – but then they were cold and hard, and then they were not lips but teeth, and she was cold, and it was dark…

Thursday, July 10, 2014


I'm doing Camp NaNo this month.

The goal is 30,000 words by the end of July.

In the past two days I've written three new scenes and I'm almost to the inciting incident. If I stay on target (big if) I could be done with Act 1 by the beginning of next week.