Flash Fiction Friday: Boxed Princess

Sally Montgomery sat cross-legged on the floor of the attic, like a five-year-old on the first day of kindergarten gazing up with barely contained anticipation and excitement at her teacher who might as well unfurrow her white feathered wings because she knows they’re tucked away beneath the autumn dress. Sally wasn’t five any longer, butContinue reading “Flash Fiction Friday: Boxed Princess”

Courage and Empathy of Writers

It is my theory that writers have a deeper understanding of human motivation and behavior than others in the general population. They may not have the expert terminology of a neurologist, psychologist, or psychiatrist, but their comprehension of what goes on in our heads is significant. In order to write three-dimensional characters, writers must becomeContinue reading “Courage and Empathy of Writers”

WTF is an Author Platform?

A few years ago, I was asking this  question. Had I known then what I know now, I would have been focusing more on building my platform and a little less on writing my manuscript. Writers write, but if they don’t have a platform they don’t publish or sell the book that they have spentContinue reading “WTF is an Author Platform?”

Tree Wizard

The sun pierced the old man’s pale blue eyes despite the brim of his grey hat. The frayed hem of his grey robes rustled last year’s crumbling underbrush, as his quick steps pressed into the carpet of damp decaying brown leaves. Yellow beaked blackbirds swooped low and chortled at his invasion of their woods soContinue reading “Tree Wizard”

How You See Me

Seeking eyes and whirling thoughts piece together who I am. Despite my many faces, my eyes have never changed. A brief once over tells me if you want to open me up or forget we passed within a breath. Your suns shine cold on my skin, as the storm clouds wrap me in warmth. Hold me steadyContinue reading “How You See Me”

In fiction, we find ourselvs.

Writing for me is a release. I often wonder how I ever got along in life without it, but then I realize it’s always been there in one form, or another. As a teen, I kept a journal and wrote poetry trying to express those overwhelming emotional upheavals that seemed to continually crash upon meContinue reading “In fiction, we find ourselvs.”

Pantsing or Outlining Your Novel

When I first began writing my memoir, Fighting for a Chance to Dream, I wrote in a haphazard style. Whichever memory popped into my head, I typed into my laptop. This would then bring another memory to the surface, and I would diligently type it up. The result, drumroll please, was a freaking train wreck.Continue reading “Pantsing or Outlining Your Novel”

Flash Fiction Friday: Frostfire World

The ice gods had forsaken the Mirawraith people. They sent the burning sickness among them scorching their young from the inside. Their small blue hued bodies twisted with the flames that licked at their muscles and organs as it fed on their internal frost. It devoured whole generations. The Elder Mother of the tribe warnedContinue reading “Flash Fiction Friday: Frostfire World”

Refuse to be Confined

Throwing rocks in a glass house has always been frowned upon, but what if the glass walls were constructed to keep you from reaching the rest of the world, or the world from reaching you? I say throw the rocks! Throw anything and everything you can get your hands on. Bust out the machine gunContinue reading “Refuse to be Confined”

Death’s Gift

“Life is so short,” Jasper said. He stared off into the distance. Sage words from a seven-teen-year old boy, who has his whole life before him. He turned his steel blue eyes toward me. A longing sadness filled his eyes and clouded his expression. “It is, but the fact that you realize that now ratherContinue reading “Death’s Gift”