Originally posted on roam:
If two roads diverged in a yellow wood, ideally, you’d be traveling in pairs. Someone could take one, someone the other, and you could meet back and report what each road was like. Or maybe you’re wandering through the woods in groups of three, or seven, or twelve. Maybe someone takes…
The female voice is strong and will not be controlled. … More I’ve officially lost control…
It’s my birthday, and I’m feeling existentially huge. … More Workshop Wednesday: Workshopping myself
Get your copy and support small press. … More Preorders are open for SHE’S LOST CONTROL
For the first Workshop Wednesday, I take a trip to my writing space. I’m in the process of tricking out my office with everything Nerd. … More Workshop Wednesday: Welcome to the Writing Tardis
I talk about writing in the abstract, and sometimes I post what I write. Those are the ends of the spectrum. But what about the middle? … More Workshop Wednesday: Let’s try something new
He couldn’t remember a time before wind. Always, it had followed him. Through his childhood, adolescence, adulthood. The windlings were a race of people born from the very air itself, created from the swirling rage of the gods thousands of years ago. … More The Illusion Conundrum, Part V: Excerpt #2
I am going to make 2019 into my own personal garden. … More 2019: New year, same Liz . . . sort of
Dear Reader, I’ve done it again. … More It’s been a grip, huh?
I don’t have much to report, other than I’m closing in on the end of Part I of the book. … More Checking in!
