I have an announcement. For the past few weeks, I’ve been thinking about how I might make both my author site and TMC more manageable, since it’s a bit of a hassle to keep up two blogs (it’s also one of those things where, if I mention my blog to someone, they say “Oh, you … More Massive Shifts to Come
My vehemence may shock you, but I promise, I say it with good reason. Fate began with no plotting or character-building, and only minimal word-building that mostly came from the story that would eventually be called its sequel. I heavily identified with the pantser terminology because I felt that a story should flow (I mean, … More Destroy the Concept of Pantsers
I spoke to an author a few days ago. Like, a real, published author. Her name is Linda Kass, author of Tasa’s Song. She owns a local bookstore, too, which is really cool. I buy most of my books there at this point. But I digress. I asked a variety of questions, but perhaps the one … More Thoughts on Routes of Publication
I speak from experience. Writers are an odd bunch. Shut-ins, anti-social, clacking away at typewriters. Big stay out signs posted on the door. Okay, maybe we’re not quite that bad. But writing is hard. It’s frustrating. It’s constantly trying to straddle a million different things at once, convinced we’re not doing it well. So if … More 4 Tips to Being Good Author Support
The Mad Chronicler has slowly gained popularity over the past year, and so naturally a good question to ask me would be So why change things up? I feel like it’s an important question to ask, hence why I’m dedicating an entire blog post to it. The long answer? There are two separate approaches when … More Regarding the New Posts
We all know what comes with the new year: the dreaded Resolutions, promises we make ourselves until we find how difficult they are to keep. A new favorite author of mine, Leigh Bardugo, suggested that we Begin As We Mean To Go On. That’s exactly what I did on January 1st. But, before getting into … More Welcome 2018!
When the world was still young, millennia ago, there were no daiyer wolves and there were no Fay. Only two creatures had Morlaithe, sun eternal, blessed with the gift of intelligence: humans, still hunting and surviving in small clans throughout the world; and dragons. The dragons were not the dumb, fire-breathing beasts we see today, … More The Dragon Thief (A Fencorian Legend)
Death stands at a dark crossroad, fingers drumming against his leg as he waits. Through the foggy silhouettes of his surroundings, he can see, vaguely, a white pinprick of light in the distance. But that’s all he sees. It wasn’t that long ago when he’d been able to look around, even in remote locations like … More The Siren to Oblivion
“Warning: System Failure. Estimated oxygen remaining: ten minutes.” What? “No, no, no!” I jump out of the cockpit and run from window to window. There’s nothing, literally nothing. They have to be here. I need them to be here! It was just supposed to be a quick hop from one ship to the other, so … More 10 Minutes
Alzadt, Nubik. The Daerzan Residence, off Cubitt Street. Elya sat in front of her looking glass and plaited her hair off to the side. Her finest blue dress sat on her shoulders like the sky itself had decided to wrap itself around her. In front of her sat a small tray of make-up, ready for … More Foundations
