Griffin: Artist's Rendition Epic fantasy has become my sole writing style this year. My focus: The fifth book of the World In-between Series, Hope . Beginning ten years after the end of Whispers (Book 4), the story centers around the magical struggles of Berty’s seventeen-year-old niece. Since she first crossed the portal ten years ago, Hope straddled two worlds—the mundane modern world and the magical world between the portals. As a Wood Listener, she struggles to find her place in life. Unbeknownst to her uncle, her parents, and her innocent friend trailing her, Hope stoles into the other side only to find her place fraught with danger. For your reading pleasure: a sneak peek of Chapter 2. Hope climbed the stairs of the quiet outpost. She figured that not many guards occupied a peacetime outpost, especially one out in the middle of nowhere. The second door on the left sat open. She knocked. “Yes?” came from beh...
Daddy and Me I lost my father last week to a cascade of medical complications over the past four months. I feel as though I’ve just gotten off a too fast, yet too long roller coaster—wobbly, shaken on the inside, and numb. My daddy had this way about him. Gentle, good, and kind. He relished the little things like ricotta nestled in his plate of rigatoni, a dog wanting petting from him, or sitting on the porch during the rain. We would talk about stuff, big plans, little plans, it didn’t matter. He made it all feel important and gave his advice. We’d cook together, clean together, do projects together. My husband and I would take him to local festivals and shops and wherever. We enjoyed his enjoyment—his celebration of life. He instilled that same celebration of the important things in me. I know that when I take the time to savor a type of candy we both favored that a part of him will survive and be with me. Right...
My first published novel started with notes about a man learning about a woman who lived a world in-between reality and fantasy. Before I knew it, I had names, places, a plotline and subplots. I never intended to write a series. Yet, I had. My initial draft was penned on unlined printer paper. When I finally sat to type it, I needed to learn how to format a manuscript. Title page, slug lines, double spaced true type font all stuffed into a tidy package. The easy part was over. I had to write query letters to agents who I thought might want to represent my baby. The hook was written and re-written. My author bio drove me crazy. The synopsis haunted me. Still, I wrote them. And out they went. I waited and I waited. Some had the courtesy of sending a reply, even if it was a canned one. Many did not. The noes poured in. The most heart wrenching replies were the ones who said that they enjoyed my work but, it wasn’t a good fit for them. Onwards I pressed. I believed in my wo...
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