The holidays are so damned confusing, I’ll tell you what. I’m at 84,000 words on THE FLAME OF BATTLE. I keep taking out stuff (it’s dumb stuff) and then fill out a scene and add in stuff, then I find another bunch of words to take out, then another scene …
Her father’s voice was a snarl, and his hand shook as if he were barely restraining himself from striking her, even though he was standing on the deck of Dyrfinna’s ship, surrounded by the people she’d picked to go to war with her. “Dyrfinna, I am stripping you of your …
Here’s an excerpt from chapter 19 of THE FLAME OF BATTLE in which Dyrfinna recieves a ship from her grandmama, who really wants to go into battle but her arthritic hands won’t let her grip a sword any more. Grandmas are the best, just in case you didn’t know that. …
I’ve reached the end of THE FLAME OF BATTLE, finally! Right now the word count is 71K. Now I’m going through, fixing stuff and adding stuff, and I’ll be sending this out to readers soon to help me get this puppy fixed up. This book comes out on January 31 …
Suddenly the Queen turned, her eyes wide, and saw Rjupa. She made a terrifying sight, there in the faint starlight that drifted through the leaves, her upraised dagger gleaming.
I used to be adamantly against self-publishing. I scorned it. I read classic literature for fun, I was serious about my craft, I wanted to write the best book possible and win awards and all those accolades that the good writers got. My dream was to win a Printz award …
I don’t know why my phone camera can’t do colors worth a damn. Here’s the latest writing work on THE FLAME OF BATTLE, including a bit where I flail around with transition scenes. “good god people, just muster your troops already, geez.” I get antsy during these scenes, like I …
A decent couple o’ paragraphs today from THE FLAME OF BATTLE, and also a bunch of pretty flowers (mine).
A little story about how I came to write the Skala series and how somebody’s faith in you at a crucial time is so important to a writer’s self-worth. Skip over to my Patreon page for more.
“What is your papa doing this time?” Messer Albizzi asked Fia in a low voice.
Fia looked up. Now her papa was trying to sneak up behind the dragon with a saddle, as if the dragon were some old horse he could trick.
“Don’t you know? He is clearly bending the dragon to his will,” Fia said.
Messer Albizzi watched Fia’s papa for a long moment.
“Huh,” was all he finally said.
