A Writer's Journey

October 14, 2018


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I apologize–the next part of my short story series was not supposed to post on Saturday. I guess I got the dates wrong when setting it up, thinking I set it up for Sunday instead.

I want to format it and add a picture to it. Hopefully I can get it up for tomorrow (Monday) instead.

Once again, I apologize. If you want to read it, you can check out my Patreon.


September 30, 2018

A Prelude to October

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Today is the last day of September. It always amazes me how fast the year flies by. Before we know it, it’ll be 2019. But first, let’s enjoy the holidays—and yes, I include Halloween in there.

I’m gearing up for another theme week in the OQ fandom, this one surrounding Halloween called SpookyOQ. I’m writing one long story that’s seven chapters long, each chapter working in the day’s prompt into it. The premise is that Robin is hired as Regina’s bodyguard after her ex-husband Leopold puts a hit on her. However, they quickly learn that the hit is a magical one, plunging them into an unknown underworld as they find a way to stop the hit before Regina suffers a fate worse than death.

So it should be a lot of fun and I’m going to working hard on it as three of the days occur during OUATNJ, so I don’t know how much time I will have to write then. I want most of it done ahead of time in that case.


My most popular post ever on this blog has been my short story about the haunted house. I want to write a series of short stories surrounding around Halloween. Stretch out my creativity a bit. So keep an eye on this blog!

If you want advance access to the stories, support me on Patreon!

April 24, 2017

April Showers

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She laid on her couch, wrapped up in a soft blanket as she watched the rain hit the bay window in her living room. The pitter-patter of the drops against the glass was the soundtrack for her afternoon and she sighed, content.

The door opened and closed, sending a cool breeze through the house. She raised her head as she heard someone kick off their shoes, muttering under their breath. “I feel like a drowned rat,” her husband called out.

“All you need is some dry clothes,” she replied, not bothering to look up. She remained focused on the window.

He walked into the room and kissed her forehead. It sent a shiver through her body as his icy skin brushed against hers. “You need something warm,” she said.


January 19, 2015

Thinking Warm Thoughts

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It’s not as cold as it got last year but damn did it get close. I’ve been layering up whenever I leave the house. A vest, a fleece-lined jacket, scarf, headband, and gloves have been keeping me warm. We havent’ seen the same snow fall we saw last year but we’ve always gotten a bit more than the dusting the weathermen say we’ll get.

Here’s the thing: I love the cold. I flourish in it rather than the heat. But it’s once again too cold for me. I do better above the freezing mark. Like, low 40s, high 30s. Cold, but not too cold. I guess the word I would use is brisk. I like brisk weather.


June 24, 2013

By the Shore

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Last time in Kate and Matt’s Crazy Journeys: The two enjoyed the spring-like weather in their strange new world. But a stop to smell the flowers ends up with Kate separated from Matt. Read on…

The tunnel was endless. Kate felt she had been trudging for hours. Time though was odd in this world. Everything in this world was odd.

As she walked, her thoughts drifted away from there. Back to the real world. How long had she been gone? Did anyone notice? Was she missed?


December 25, 2012

A Christmas Snow Fall

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Merry Christmas! Or whatever winter holiday you celebrate!

It was another late night. I knew this when I took the job, but it didn’t mean I wasn’t tired. All I wanted was a day where I left at a normal time. Returned home at a normal time. Ate dinner at a normal time. Watched my shows at their scheduled time. Not save them until a weekend marathon.

Stepping out onto the almost empty street, I looked up. The sky was dark and the lights from the city blocked out the stars. I wished I could see them; they might be comforting. A reminder of the home I missed so much. Stars filled the night sky like diamonds there.


October 29, 2012

The Haunted House: A Short Story

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Happy Halloween!

Every town has THAT house. Old. Decrepit. Creepy. It sits amongst trees that are dead, standing over a yard overgrown with weeds. Shutters swing in the breeze, hanging on by rusted hinges. The paint has chipped away. More shingles lie amongst the weeds than on the roof. At least one window is broken. Dark clouds always seem to hover over the house, situated on a dead end street.

And then there are the stories. A man went mad and murdered his whole family in the house. There’s an old woman who died there and she didn’t want anyone else to live there. One night, the house suffered a fire and a baby died in it. On and on, with a tragic death at the center.


July 9, 2012

Summer Storm

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It’s Summer! You know what that means—pool parties, barbecues, eating outside, and warm nights. But it also means heat and humidity. Those two things create storms. And I do like storms. Here’s a short about them.

A summer storm



December 1, 2011

Tis the Season to Be Inspired…

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What is it about the Christmas season? Or more accurately, the holiday season? And it’s not like I’m trying to be politically correct there. I mean that time that starts sometime around when the first pumpkins start to appear to when the ball drops on the New Year. But there is definitely a focus on December. It is clear why advertisers focus on it—this is the most important time of the year for their profits. Yet everything gets a jumpstart in December. Movies. Music. Art. Stories.


July 15, 2011

Baby, Dream Your Dreams…

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See? I told you I use Broadway lyrics a lot.

Internet brownie points to whoever knows the musical I took that from.

Anyway, this is Part II about inspiration and where I get it. I’ll give you three guesses. The first two don’t count. Yes, I get inspiration from my dreams. I know that isn’t incredibly original. Other authors have admitted to getting ideas from dreams. Writing as an art form though is a few millennia old, so it’s a bit difficult to be completely original.

Do I remember all my dreams? No. But the ones I do remember are doozies. I notice they come in cycles. There are periods where my dreams are forgettable. Then there are periods where they are vivid and linger after I wake up. Some are trying to tell me something, I’m sure. I love going to this website, Dream Dictionary, to try and figure out the meaning. (For example, I recently had a dream where I was pregnant. Since I am not pregnant in real life, the dictionary says that’s a sign that there are creative ideas I am thinking of.) I even put some of my beliefs about dreams into my novel.

And some of them grab me and say, “Write me!” And sometimes, I obey. And I’ve done so with two of my short stories. The first one has a “Stepford Wives” influence. And actually, it was inspired by a nightmare. I actually had to wake myself up from it. Ever have those dreams where you know you’re dreaming, so you change things? Or, if you’re me, know it’s a dream and still not be able to change things? But I found it an interesting study to pursue: People who are dropped into a utopia but want to get out because if feels wrong.

Another dream probably would’ve made a good action film. I’m giving it a Wonderland feel. A modern Wonderland feel with a sinister twist. I’m not entirely sure how the action sequences will go. They are honestly the toughest thing to write. But that’s another post.

So, what’s the moral of this post? You’re looking for a moral? Oh. I guess it is pay attention to your dreams. You never know what they could be telling you.

Or what stories they may give you.

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