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
Here’s a short excerpt from the first scene of the revised version of my WIP. … More The Illusion Conundrum, Part IV: Excerpt
Hey, checking in here from Liz’s YA Fantasy Land, the home of plot holes upon plot holes upon plot holes. … More The Illusion Conundrum, Part III: Plot Holin’
I finished reading the first draft of the novel I wrote in high school. Here’s the damage. … More The Illusion Conundrum, Part II: A List
Here is one of the poems I read at a recent open mic. … More Liz Writes: Some poetry
I’m going to start submitting my novel in earnest. Join me in my quest! … More Submit, submit, submit!
Since I’m getting back into this writing and blogging thing, I figured I should chronicle my progress with regular check-ins. … More Liz Writes . . . Her Life
… and you’re the only place that feels like home. Here’s to new adventures. New months. I’m going to sing the song of myself. … More I found the cure to growing older…
I went on a mini-rant on Twitter on Friday about how I feel about music. I know I’ve waxed poetic about this before. (Try here, here, or even here. Or here. I sure do write about that a lot.) But I realized Friday morning that the songs on my writing playlist don’t necessarily make for “relaxing” … More Wild.