What you’ll see below, and in the future, are a mix of Posts from the original It Is What It Is blog that ran from 2011 to 2017, along with new Posts representing my current life and where I am as a Writer today. I’ve removed many of the original Post but kept some that I thought you would find interesting. Every couple of weeks I’ll post either one of the original Blog Post, revised and updated, or a brand-new Post. I hope you enjoy following along with my adventure and maybe even learn a thing or two. I would appreciate any comments on the Posts that you feel inclined to share.
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. A dozen years and four books later, reality had set in. “You sure have a vivid imagination,” Willow, my Muse, spoke from …
The wind blew Lunete’s thick, long hairbehind her as she looked over the ledge. She wasn’t afraid of heights; that was unthinkable. However, the jagged ridges that crisscrossed the valley floor far below was another story. “Don’t you worry. You’ll do fine…” Her father called out a few paces behind her. Lunete glanced over her shoulder and used a hand to hold back the amber-blonde locks that tried to whip at her face. His smile …
Originally Posted in December 2011. Discovering Willow was probably one of the most profound moments in my writing life. I didn’t realize it at the time, but without her I don’t think I would have ever published my first novel. I want to introduce you to Willow, but after that I also wanted to tell you about an experience I recently had and how it relates to why I want to write novels. So who …
This was a scene that had been cut from early in Fire of the Covenant, though I always thought it helped to understand Willoe and Rowyn’s personalities and their relationship. It also gives some insight into Willoe’s nature and why she constantly ran afoul of her grandfather and many others. The sound of boots echoed on the stone floor, and Willoe looked up as her twin, Rowyn, approached; a book tucked under his arm. The …
“Lieutenant Harte,” the captain snapped. “Yes, Captain.” Until two days ago, Harte had never met the captain who led the crown prince’s escort for this hunting expedition. Why Harte had been assigned to the escort at the last moment still bewildered him. Regardless, it had quickly become apparent the captain had some sort of grudge against him. Harte sighed and hoped no one saw, then quickly moved to comply, and took a position behind Crown …
It was well after dark, and Ifan Glyn hurried home while the unusually windy night did its best to make him even later. Father would surely be angry. It was the second time this week. But the light! It had been a burning orb that radiated a brightness that should have seared his eyes, but he couldn’t turn away and stared wide-eyed into the blinding glow. When it had faded his eyes were not burned—not even lingering spots or …
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