The New Book; or, It Begins

Well, I finished a VERY rough draft of the first chapter of my new book this week.

So, that’s pretty cool.

I am beginning to notice a pattern in what inspires my books. With Gatekeeper, the first idea sprang from the vivid image of a purple flower amidst desolate grasslands. The Ancient flowed from an image that popped into my head while listening to Gregorian chant: I saw a line of monks singing, and knew instinctively that one of them wasn’t human. C. Writ 101, my first...