`Welcome back to Carter’s Cove! It wouldn’t be Christmas without a trip there, would it? I wonder what’s happening this year… “I smell bacon.” Molly Barrett lifted her head off the pillow and sniffed the air, then reached out beside her. As expected, all she encountered was fur, and she poked it gently. A …
Short update- work has been long, so has life and I hate the shorter days. However, as of today, I’m putting all my whining behind me and getting back to what I love: writing. It’s been shoved aside too much lately. I’m working on the new Advent story, and having things percolate for then next …
As soon as I have the files, I will post them! Just waiting for the news that it’s up!
This is a story I wrote for Every Photo Tells – it was their episode 115, and you can listen to it here. If you aren’t familiar with the concept, it is a podcast where they post a photo every month, and invite folks to write short stories around it. Then Katharina and Mick read …
I meant to write more today on the Advent Story for Nano. I’m still determined that I’m finishing by November 30 (I can totally do it), but today was one of those days where I knew if I didn’t write at lunch, weren’t no words getting written. Why? Well, I had Things to …
Yep, if you follow me on Facebook, you’ll see that I moved into a new writing/art studio this weekend! I’m very excited – it’s my first studio on my own (before I was sharing with another artist, my friend Beard who does amazing embroidery and text art) and it’s so cool. I thought I’d share …
Some people do spring cleaning. Apparently I do fall cleaning, at least for the website. Yes, I’ve updated it! And I’ve gotten MOST of the books/short fiction on there (I know I have more to add, but I’ve been staring at this screen for almost 6 hours, and I’m going cross-eyed). So take a …
The air writhed, drenched in rain and split into jagged pieces by sharp flashes of lightning. Howling winds tore at the branches, pulling leaves from the trees like a spoiled child bent on destroying anything it could get its hands on. Ozone coated her tongue as she tasted the storm, and she smiled. She …
I’ll try and fix the cut-tags when I get home, but it’s not letting me do it now. Sorry!
