Through the clouds, sunlight dances on the mountains. Shadows camouflage the brown while the new green growth sparkles. Spring is proof that any dark doldrums can be overcome.
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...
After launching Secrets of the Sages , I have no time to rest on my laurels. Not wanting a big celebration or party, I simply pick up my pen and keep writing. Four books are all at different stages of completion. First, I am writing Whispers , the fourth book of the World In-between series. It begins a couple of weeks after Secrets of the Sages ends. Escalating war leads to a high body count and to happy occasions being crashed. Second, I can see the end of my space opera, Where Pirates Go to Die . Think of it as kinda like Firefly meets Pirates of the Caribbean . It includes some interesting characters, cat and mouse chase scenes, robots (including androids), and high tech thievery. Third, I am thoroughly researching a contemporary fantasy. And by thoroughly, I mean I read and take notes until my eyes pop out and become bloodshot. Quite fun. I am getting some great fodder for continuing the scene that ...
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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