Book Two Enters the Wild

A little update on today's release, as well as future releases!

Have I Arrived?

That's me and my books—on the front page of the paper!

The Art of Antiquity’s Gate: Through A Mirror, Darkly

Today I wanted to share with you the beautiful art of @nushdraws for Antiquity's Gate: Through A Mirror Darkly! Coming September 24, 2019.

Checking in on Antiquity’s Gate: One Week in the Wild. What’s Next?

Well, a week ago today Antiquity's Gate: Three Days Till Dawn was released into the wilds of the book world.

Three Days Till Dawn Sneak Peek

A sneak peek writing sample from Antiquity's Gate: Three Days Till Dawn!

The Art of Antiquity’s Gate: Three Days Till Dawn

I wasn't quite sure how to go about transferring the vision I had for Antiquity's Gate onto a cover that would do it justice. After all, I've poured my soul into these stories, shouldn't the covers reflect the same kind of love?

All the Reasons Why.

I see a lot of people trying to justify their own reasoning on Traditional Vs Indie publishing. I want to share why I'm making the choices I'm making on my journey, and maybe they'll help someone else on their own path!

How Did We Even Get Here?

If you write, you know there are a few basic kinds of writers. The kind who plot everything out, and the kind who fly by the seat of their pants. For the longest time, I was the latter.

I Never Meant to Fall in Love.

My first experience with a real editor and my thoughts on the whole beautiful ordeal.

Of Bread & Butter & Other Such Things

That is what brings me to this place, time and again. I am drawn to the Texas Roadhouse, not because I am one who can afford steak on the regular, but because of their soft warm buns, heaped in unassuming baskets and freely given, alongside that butter—oh, that butter.

A Crown for the Clockwork Prince

This poem is an ode to Waldo, the sad little fella in my header image.

Five Bean Soup—A Flash Fiction

“Who was it?” I demand, trying to keep my voice cool and collected while my insides writhe uncomfortably.  None of them make eye contact.  They look around, focusing on a crumpled paper towel by the trashcan, or the dishes stacked by the sink, or the dog.  Anywhere but at me.