A Year

I have officially been blogging for one year. It is a fun thing, to look back and review my own accomplishments. When I started out, I wasn’t even sure I wanted to blog. My brother, Izlain was a member of the Newbie Blogger Initiative(which has an event about this time every year) and encouraged me to get blogging. I had recently decided to write full-time, but was very disorganized and uncertain about my goals. My blog helped me focus on the work at hand, and I began writing about writing. It took me a while to figure out a schedule, and even now I sometimes have a hard time sticking to it. But blogging helped me focus on my career, and in December 2014 I released my first book, Tilted Tales. My second book, Fayling, will be releasing this summer, and my third by the end of the year. (read a bit about it on my website.) My blog helped me take myself seriously. I have since created my own website, created a professional Facebook profile, and opened a Twitter account.

But my one-year blogging aniversary reminded me where it all began.

So today is a salute to blogging, and to other bloggers. If you have something to contribute to the world, then I encourage you to blog.

New Year, New Project(s)

It is a new year, a new beginning. A new chance to start fresh and do things better. We resolve to do the things we’ve put off, and be the person we want to be. It’s a lovely thought. In the spirit of the season I have made a resolution to post to my blog more consistently. So, for the year of 2015 I will strive to create a new post every Tuesday and Friday.

We all know how woefully inconsistent I have been, but I am going to do my best to change that.

So my first post will be about the projects I am currently juggling.

First is my gnome children’s book that is more or less done being written. I keep putting it off because I am creating all the artwork myself using miniatures, and frankly it is a huge undertaking. I’m still creating half the props (if that is what you would call them). I moved houses right as I was beginning this project, and I shelved it because it was too hard to work on while moving. Picking it back up has been a slow process, because I have been pretty distracted by everything else going on in my own brain.

Next is Fayling, an urban fantasy novel I am writing about my own version of the Fay folk.  This particular book is near and dear to my heart. I have written, re-written, started over, scrapped, and written again on this project for a few years now. It means a lot to me, and I don’t want it to see the light of day until it is just perfect. I have a pretty good outline going, but when I feel a little stuck I will set it down and come back to it again when inspiration strikes. About a third of it is complete.

Then there is a new project that I started about a minute after I published Tilted Tales. It is still in the concept stage, but I am on a good track. This one will be a sort of encyclopedia of the monsters and fairies that rattle around inside my head. Some are based of legends and stories I was told as a child, while others are just plain imagined into existence. I will update you more on this one as the idea solidifies.

And finally the one I am most excited about (at the moment). In Tilted Tales, I wrote an epic poem about six witch sisters. I have received very positive feedback on this poem, so much so that I decided to create a  novel version. The title of the poem is Six Sisters. I have not picked a title for the novel yet, but there are a few bouncing around my head. I’ll let you know when I settle on one. I have written a thorough and complete outline for this book, and I am aiming at an august publication. I am thinking of trying to get this one traditionally published, but if I can’t get an agent/publisher to bite, then I will continue on with CreateSpace.

As you can see, I have plenty to keep my busy this year, wish me luck!

As always, Happy writing.


Hello Reader!


I have been working furiously on a poetry project and my novel, and I have neglected my blog a bit. But alas, ’twas a fruitful distraction!

I follow a blogger named Dragonplume, who writes Writers Block. They wrote a blog post that really got me thinking. The post is titled Ch 1 Blunders:Generic settings. Upon reading this article (if you write I strongly recommend you read it as well), I pondered my own novel, and came to the conclusion that I have made the blunder of introducing my genre too late. But how to fix it? It is important to my story that my main character not have any idea magic exists before it explodes into his life. So what do I do about the ch 3 entrance of magic in my story? This introduces my genre to my reader entirely too late, however I don’t want to lose the element of shock to the character I already have.

So I came up with a prologue to my story, which until now it did not have. It sort of explains a bit about magic without introducing it to my leading man too soon. It was well received by my writers group, with several comments of, “this helps me understand the story better”. My one concern is that it throws you too much into a world you don’t understand before there is any character building, or any emotional investment. I am not the best judge, since I know a lot more than I have told the reader even in the later chapters, and I am extremely invested in all of the characters. My writers group is a big help, but they have read the rest of the story so I’m still not sure if this is too confusing of an introduction. I haven’t fully explored how it will weave its way into the rest of my tale, but here it is: The beginning of my novel. Feel free to comment, I would love the feedback.


“It doesn’t have any spark. It looks like a sack of meat.” The imp poked the sleeping human child with her pudgy finger.

Her sister rolled her eyes, shoving the baby into a spider silk sack. “Course it don’t spark, it’s human aint it?” When the baby started to fuss, she blew sleepy sand into the bag to knock the baby out. Crying would wake the parents, and that was more aggravation that the scrawny imp felt like dealing with.

“Our babies got life in ’em.” The fat imp patted the bottom of the peacefully sleeping Fay child in her arms. Indeed the baby’s Fay light, the heart of natural magic, glowed faintly.

“Well that’s cuz they Fay babies. Fay babies are better than human ones. That’s how come we got to switch ’em out ‘fore we gives ’em to them trolls. Can’t very well feed our own babies to the trolls now can we?” The skinny imp busied herself with tying a string around the sack.

The fat imp looked around the generic nursery. Its walls were a flat pastel pink. The bassinet where the human baby usually slept was covered in frilly white and pink lace. Other than the glistening portal they opened inside the antique mirror in the corner, everything about the room looked exactly like every other human nursery. She didn’t want to put the Fay child in the ugly bassinet. The lack of plants or animals around to tend to the baby disturbed her. “Why do we leave our babies with the humans to raise all boring like? Don’t make much sense to me.”

“Nobody asked you. And, anyway, rules is rules. It’s just how it’s done is all.” The skinny imp yanked the Fay baby from the fat imp, and lay her in the human’s place. The child’s Fay light dimmed slowly until it was almost gone, but the child had the same magnetic beauty as before.

“Just look at her. She’s beautiful as the day is long. What is she?”

“Leaannan Si.”

The fat fairy barked out a laugh. “Ha! And ha ha! Poor stupid sods. Nobody will ever tell this Fayling no.” She leaned into the cradle, “Will they little lovely? My pretty enchantress, you’ll have everything you want from life. Aint so bad at all, leaving you with the humans then. They got no choice but to love you.”

The skinny imp huffed, shoving her sister out of the way.

“What’s her name? We got’s to tell her her name so she takes the place all propper like. It’s the rules.”

“You and your bloody rules can hang. And anyway it’s on the wall there behind you. Amy, it says.”

“Amy is your name now, little changeling,” the skinny imp said, her face hovering over the baby’s face. “You be a good little human, and break lots of hearts.”

The skinny imp threw the spider silk sack over her shoulder, and unfurled her thin membrane wings. The fat imp looked back at the lovely enchantress-to-be, feeling a pang of guilt at leaving a Fay to grow up in a family empty of magic. The poor little one would go through life being adored, but would have no idea how to wield the power she had over humans. She gave not one thought for the baby in the sack, who’s parent would never even know they had lost a child.  The fat imp had only been doing this job for one day, and already she was questioning the order of things. She also questioned her sisters sanity, having done this job for over a century. She wondered if the Queen knew they were using her kinfolk as changelings.

“Oh, stop thinkin’ on it,” The skinny imp nudged her sister with her elbow. “It’s easier if you don’t think on it. Just follow the rules, and have a nip of Poitin to steady your nerves when you get back to Sidhe.”

The fat imp glanced back one more time, then the pair of them went back through the gate as silently as they came out, sealing it shut behind them.


Newbie Bloggers

I am pretty new blogger. I didn’t take it upon myself to share my wisdom (HA HA HA! NOT…) with the world until my brother Izlain, author of Me Vs Myself & I, told me about the Newbie Blogger Initiative. Below is a list (Copied from I have Touched the Sky) of other newbie bloggers like myself. Take the time and check them out!