Six Sentence Sunday: The Stranglevine
I've just completed the third draft of Poised for a Flight of the Marewings or whatever I am going to call this silly novel (I've changed the title so many…
Six Sentence Sunday: The Ghost
Korinna straightened up from binding the sheaves of wheat and saw her father’s ghost staring at her from across the field. Her heart leapt like a frightened doe, but she…
Six Sentence Sunday: The Final Battle
There were more archers on the walls firing into outer districts of the city, and Korinna suddenly found herself too far away to see any of her fellow riders. She…
Writing the End: Poised for Flight
After struggling through the climatic battles, I came close to the end of Poised for Flight. Writing fight scenes is difficult, but there are many good resources online about choreographing…
Camp NaNoWriMo: The End
In all the excitement for Small Town Witch tomorrow, I haven't stopped work on my current work in progress. In fact, this month, I participated in Camp NaNoWriMo with their new flexible…
Six Sentence Sunday: The Recruitment Officers
Korinna was overwhelmed by the number of fields in the surrounding area, full of drilling soldiers and grazing marewings. After wandering around on her own and fearing that she would…
Research Wednesday: Venus Flytrap
This week, one thing that I researched was the Venus flytrap, one of the more popular types of carnivorous plants. What is so fascinating about them? Well, for me, it's how unique…
Six Sentence Sunday: The Duke’s Funeral
So Varranor found himself dressed in smothering ceremonial robes in the midst of a procession through the winding streets of Kyratia. He kept one hand on Korinna’s arm, just under…
New Title: Poised for Flight
I finally have a working title for my current project. "Poised for Flight" is the name of the first book, because it's about Korinna earning her wings in the literal…