Fiction Tuesday – Heart of the web

Today’s blog is the continuation of, Welcome to the Valleys. If you would like to catch up with the tale, the first section can be found at this link Walter’s eyes opened in alarm, and then narrowed in anger as he turned on Kaitlyn. “You told her?” Kaitlyn met Walter’s gaze, eyes narrowing to nearly mirror Walter’s own face….

Fiction Tuesday – House Guest

Today’s blog is the continuation of, Welcome to the Valleys. If you would like to catch up with the tale, the first section can be found at this link Ama and Talum stepped back and allowed the rest of the party to pass through the open gate. Her eyes remained fixed on Jeremy as he begin to climb the…

Fiction Tuesday – Inner Sanctum

Today’s blog is the continuation of, Welcome to the Valleys. If you would like to catch up with the tale, the first section can be found at this link Jasim led the party through the paths of The Ravine’s bureaucracy for nearly twenty minutes. By the time he halted them in front of their destination Jeremy was hopelessly lost,…

Nifty Scrivener Trick

For the past several years my writing tool of choice has been Scrivener. It has features I have not yet even had time to explore, but even with all it’s power it has a mercifully short learning curve 1. One of the biggest reasons I continue to come back to Scrivener, is its excellent Composition…

Fiction Tuesday – Inner Landings

Today’s blog is the continuation of, Welcome to the Valleys. If you would like to catch up with the tale, the first section can be found at this link As the lift continued to descend into the depths of The Ravine, Jeremy began to feel a pulsing from the crystal he wore around his neck. He was still learning…

A Monday’s thoughts on writing

What compels people who write 1 to put slices of their innermost selves “out there” for people to see? It’s a frightening prospect. Once something is out for public consumption, after all, people can do almost anything with it. And when people attack or, worse, ignore one of those slices of an author’s soul existential…