I’m starting to think that I might be kind of weird. No, hear me out now. Really. Last night I was writing some Fie Eoin, because I sorta, kinda, am really in love with it, and I realized that I always look at Fie Eoin from the southeast. Whenever I see Fie Eoin in my […]
Point of view. Or rather, a certain point that I view things from. Read More »
I’m pretty sure that everyone who writes has that one phrase that they rely on and always turn to in every story. It’s kind of like having that one character that you kill in every story (what? I’m the only one who does that?). It’s the fall-back phrase, or something that rings so true
“Thanks for walking me to my room Lane, I appreciate it.” Kelly, who was slightly shorter than Rebecca, looked up with a genuine smile. It was the Midsummer Night before Mika’s birth, and Kelly was dancing for the first time at the Midsummer Festival, taking over for Rebecca who claimed she was feeling too old
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I know that you guys are waiting with bated breath for the next installment of Lane’s Girl (you are, aren’t you?), but today instead of posting a story about adultery and death and trying to raise a child on your own I thought I would tell you another story. A love story. And tomorrow we’ll
I have a feeling that I’m not the only writer who gets sidetracked by shiny things. A new story to work on, a world to build, a book to read. Lately, I’ve become distracted by playing this shiny game that you might have heard of, called World of Warcraft. It’s kind of fun to come
It’s really funny, sometimes, how inspiration works. I wrote a scene a long time ago in the original Fie Eoin that talked about Bryant making Kaye a bracelet that would proclaim her Faye. I don’t remember at the time where I got the idea from, but I liked it because it mirrored the mark
Lane made plans to spend the next day at the river with Jonathan, his wife Amaryllis, and their children. The Council of Archein unanimously agreed that they could do without the sulking widower for the day, as well as any others he felt he needed off. Lane had been an excellent politician and addition to
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I was going to talk today about my favorite book, but instead I’m going to talk about support. We all need support in anything we do, and sometimes the person who we expect to give it the most falls through. Or not only falls through, but obliterates any semblance of support you might have thought
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Happy Mother’s Day! Today I wanted to bring you a sticky about a mother, and I found this little gem while ripping out all of the pages of Fie Eoin from my notebooks to put in a folder. If you remember Aleda from Sticky #27 then you should have some idea of what this sticky
“Don’t touch my daughter!” She screamed at the man with the gun, and ignoring the guns on her own hips she ran forward through the dark hallway. “Rebecca!” Lane yelled and reached out to grab her back, but his words were drowned out by two gunshots. She jerked backwards twice in quick succession and, dreamlike, fell
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