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August 20, 2014
How to Write an Hour at a Time
Originally posted on Ramona DeFelice Long:
At the Pennwriters Conference this past weekend, I gave a workshop on a writing challenge called Sprinting. To Sprint, a writer shuts off all distractions and writes without interruption for an hour. The goal is to get down 1,000 new words in an hour. Sprinting is simple and hardly enough content for a one hour workshop. Finding an hour a day to write, and incorporating it into an otherwise busy life, may not be so simple. Also complicated is how t...
July 23, 2014
Update: July 23rd
I know it seems like forever since the last BlackOut chapter, or the last anything here on my blog. I really do apologize. Summers are always crazy time for me. Finding the time paired with the right frame of mind is my biggest challenge. I’m not sure when I will be able to start BlackOut up again, but I’m optimistic that Jaz and Aaron will return soon.
In other great news, I am hard at work on Arch Intrigue edits. Thanks to the lovely ladies of Tryst books, Arch Intrigue will be bigger and...
March 7, 2014
Friday FIXion: Flash
A quick flash of fiction!
Zeke tucked a lock of pink, matted hair behind the ear of the coked out vixen with her head between his legs. Black chipped fingernails, bitten down to nubs, gripped both of his leather clad thighs. The back alley whore knew her way around a hard cock, but he’d definitely experienced better. No matter, she needed the money for her chosen coping mechanism, and he felt especially charitable this evening.
The whole world had gone to fuck as each rise of the sun brought...
May 15, 2013
Free Read: Severed
“Nervous much?”
Ruel glanced over at Ereik with narrowed eyes. The demon consort and he had grown accustomed to each other’s presence over the course of several centuries of working together, however neither held the other in high regard.
“Why should I be?” Ruel replied coolly.
The demon shrugged his shoulders, the heavy leather sleeves of his duster producing a loud rustle. “No reason. Ninety-nine thousand.” Ereik let out a low whistle through pursed lips that curved up at the corners. “Does...
