Something I Hate about Writing
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 …
Short Stories: Renascence
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 …
Meet Willow
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 …
Dragon Tales: The Trouble with Willoe
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 …
Dragon Tales: Kindred Uncloaked
“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 …
