A bar is a bar is a bar. But something about this one was different. Dim lights cast the tables in a yellow glow and shadows warped the corners and hid the expressions on the patron’s faces. The bar stools… Read More »Tales of the Lost 1
This is the last installment for editing tips for now. If and when I revamp my process, I will probably update this like I’ve been doing with my writing processes, but for now, this is the end. Advanced Reader and… Read More »Editing Tips #6
I’m so happy with this book. I know hating my work is a solid part of imposter syndrome, and I’ve pushed through it to release every book so far. But this one, I didn’t hate as much on the final… Read More »The Birds Aren’t Real Out Now
A little different kind of post today. This weekend I experienced a light panic attack and as I talked through it with my partner after the fact, I’ve made a few realizations about myself and what triggers my anxiety. So,… Read More »retail and Anxiety
Hey! You can now pre-order my next book, The Birds Aren’t Real, on Amazon. (Other store fronts coming soon.) If you pre-order now, you’ll receive your copy for a discounted price of $2.99. On release day, June 15th, the price… Read More »Pre-order Announcement!
A childhood terror, you ask? Well. I don’t know about terror. But I have this memory that doesn’t quite line up with… reality? I was probably seven or eight at the time. I was with my family on vacation at… Read More »A Campground Tale
Hey. Life has been kicking me in the shins lately and I’m a little blah in the brain right now. So instead of a normal Tuesday post, I wanted to pop in here and let you know that my first… Read More »Book on Sale
We’re on to the next set of editing tips. I would be lost without ProWritingAid. This editing software helps fine-tune a document of any kind. It also helps you become a better writer. Since I’ve started using this software, my… Read More »More Editing Tips
Marien Reed brushed her hair off her forehead and smeared flour on her nose before returning her focus to kneading the dough on the countertop. Her seven-year-old son, Stuart, dashed past her and bumped her leg. “Slow down!” “Sorry mom!”… Read More »Horror Prompt 3