So there we were... I had worked since six o'clock the previous morning before making the ten hour drive to spend Thanksgiving at my future mother-in-law's house. After a late (or early, rather) arrival and an even later bedtime, my alarm woke me at half-past five to enjoy Thanksgiving morning with my fiance and his… Continue reading When A Story Writes Itself
A fog rose heavy over the autumn morning, breaking only a sliver for the first light of the still-hidden sun. Each blade of meadow grass had been frozen in its place with an early frost which now glistened as it melted and slid down to water the fields of New Praet. Two statues had been… Continue reading Wicket Snippet: The Memories of the Stars
“I need to leave this night.” “I can ferry you on the morrow. After the Morning Song.” A robust man with a grim expression continued tightening and knotting the ropes on his small ship, paying almost no mind to the young man before him. “I’ll pay you double.” “You could offer me triple, and the… Continue reading Wicket Snippet: Ferry to Ohr
Davon’s breath hung in the air, a mist frozen in time and space. He shivered and pulled his heavy brown cloak tighter around his body. The frozen grass crunched under his boots as he moved closer to the stone likeness of his King. He glanced to his left and to his right once more, just… Continue reading Wicket Snippet: Davon’s King
It happened again last night, the dreaded question. What is your novel about? Every writer knows the sudden panic that courses through the veins when someone asks what her current Work-In-Progress is about. It isn’t that we don’t know what our writing is about, and it isn’t that we don’t want to divulge. Believe me;… Continue reading What is Wicket Lake about?