Part two of my fun little urban fantasy project that was born from the question, "What if you could rock up to a bar and buy the services of a muse?" Part one can be read here. Muses take something from the artist in exchange for the inspiration they give. Some feed… Continue reading The Nine Magpies Part TWO
I was sitting and thinking about random things as I'm prone to doing, and an image came to me - a seedy bar where you can buy the services of muses. It grew in my mind and now it's my second fun writing project! This is completely unedited, and written for my own entertainment to… Continue reading The Nine Magpies – Part ONE
I need a fun project, something written purely for my own entertainment. I've been trying to write one for a few months now and you know what, I think I've finally got one! As I'm a storyteller and I write for an audience, I'm sharing it with you 😀 It's first draft, completely unedited, and… Continue reading The Shadow & The Thief.
Those who've read Blood & Ink and Ink Bound can probably guess who this pair is. It had taken me days to build up the courage, and still my heart fluttered in my chest and my feet threatened to carry me far, far, away. I swallowed down my fear and began the game we'd played… Continue reading Baby Steps – A scene from the Ink World.
I'm too ill to write full short stories at the moment, but I have Kaitlyn Felis, protagonist of Hidden Alchemy on my mind at the moment. So I wrote out a moment that's important to her. A single scene that may, or may not, stand alone. The moment she collected her first artifact. It felt as… Continue reading Snippets & Moments From The Ink World
I have put down quite a few books the moment I saw this trope. We all have those particular tropes that we just cannot stand. This is one of those for me. The trope in summary: A small human woman, usually with some small degree of magic and a huge attitude, rules over the big… Continue reading Pet Peeve: small woman rules over the big bad shifter pack.
An older piece written during a trying time. A turning point. The view was breaking, degrading. Colour seeped and broke at the corners, cascading down the gutter in spectacular displays of vision, erupting in the wrong direction as they left the world. My cage, warped and lost amidst the old days of sepia with dashes of… Continue reading Bleeding Colour.