When I decided to write novels, I pictured myself sitting at a desk pounding out one great line after 
another. Sitting in a coffee shop, sipping on a latte, and taking in the humanity that passed by. I even imagined being called to New York City to meet with an agent or editor.…
Something I Hate about Writing
June 12, 2016 by 1 Comment
Be True To Your Fire Within
May 12, 2016 by 1 Comment
“I really like the Dragonsword.” I turned to my Muse, Willow, and smiled. “It definitely matches the description in the book.”
“Well, it wouldn’t do much good to have it look different, now would it!” She shook her head in what I had come to understand was That was a stupid comment expression.…
ELFIN MUSE
March 2, 2016 by Leave a Comment
Legal restrictions prevent us from displaying the Muse, Willow’s actual image, therefore just imagine she looks sort of like this but different.
No matter how long I stared at my laptop’s screen, the next Post for my Blog just wouldn’t magically come to me.
“That’s because I haven’t told you what it is yet,” her sarcasm preceded her into the room.…
Write What You Know
January 26, 2016 by Leave a Comment
When I first started to write, not the forty years of unfinished manuscripts stuffed in my file cabinet, but the last four years of serious writing, I was given some writing advice. “Write what you know.” I have heard the quote is attributed to Mark Twain, but some folks have also said William Faulkner.…
Maintaining the Illusion
August 25, 2015 by Leave a Comment
I published this article over at the Independent Bookworm site last October and thought I would n
ow post it on my own website (with a few edits). I put a lot of effort into creating fantasy worlds; complete with believable histories and realistic cultures. After investing so much of myself to lure and immerse my readers into the setting so they believe the story “could be” real, it would be ludicrous to summarily dismiss the entire illusion with just a few words or faulty imagery.…
The Kidney Has Got to Go
May 24, 2015 by Leave a Comment
“The kidney has got to go.” At the time I remember thinking how I didn’t want to give up the kidney.
“I agree. I know it’s not everyone’s cup-of-tea, but I love beef kidney.” Willow bounced into the room, like a dancer crossing the stage, and landed in the worn leather chair.…
