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Blog Maintenance

Blog maintenance can be incredibly tough. Working full time and writing a novel, these things take up pretty much the majority of my time, and leave me with very little energy for coming up with blog posts, let alone actually writing them. Not that I’m complaining or anything; I have a busy life and that’s far better than being bored all the time, which is what happens when I have too much free time on my hands. All I’m really getting at with this is that I’m sorry. Continue reading “Blog Maintenance”

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100 Pages!

I’ve finally reached 100 pages in the current novel I’m writing! It’s been a long haul, most of it feel like quite the unfortunate struggle, but I’m finally there! Obviously, there’s still a long ways to go, no doubt full of more struggle and writer’s block, but 100 pages is always an exciting milestone. Continue reading “100 Pages!”

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Where Do You Get Your Inspiration From?

I’ve officially started on my third novel, and I must say, it’s really nice getting back into the writing routine. It’s comforting, even if it does take up a lot of time. It’s a good take-up of time.

The writing’s been slow to start, but it’s going well I think. It is a pleasure to be writing again, as much as it is mind-consuming. It is myself in my natural state, as my boyfriend puts it. Continue reading “Where Do You Get Your Inspiration From?”

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Getting Back into the Swing of Things

Or at least trying to. My schedule was a bit all over the place throughout December, but now, finally, things feel as though they are calming down somewhat. I’m back to my regular schedule with work, which means I have a little more free time throughout the week, so hopefully I’ll be able to get everything else back in order, including this blog. Continue reading “Getting Back into the Swing of Things”

Posted in Stories, Writing

The Four Queens (Part 2 of 2)

Read part 1.

Much time had filtered by. Although quite weakened, the Queen of Hearts stayed alive (“For my people,” she sighed, “always for my people”), and with her presence still within the walls of the Land of Gold, not even the Queen of Clubs dared yet invade. She must wait with patience still, and she did so fairly well, for one so wicked as her (she sent Shadowlings out to wreak havoc elsewhere to tide her over), and patient she could be for she knew that a broken heart could only last so long. The Queen of Diamonds though, did not weather this time quite so well. She showed herself to be in such a panic; she claimed to all who would listen – and all did listen to her, for she was their trusted queen – that since the other Light Queen did not fall, it would be her the Dark Queens would come after next, and what could she, so meek and mild, do to defend herself against them? Continue reading “The Four Queens (Part 2 of 2)”

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The Four Queens (Part 1 of 2)

Author’s note: A rather rough draft for a story idea I may want to expand (and majorly fix up) one day.

I want to say “Once upon a time,” but that would be misleading. You would read it, and immediately your mind would fly to the Land of Fairytales, where the world consists of knights vanquishing dragons and magic spells turning pumpkins into carriages. But this is not a fairytale, at least not as we have come to know them. The magic here won’t help princesses find their true loves, and good will not always triumph over evil. In this world, there is a lingering darkness, which some say is more powerful than the light. There is no happy ending to this tale.

Welcome to the world of the Four Queens. Continue reading “The Four Queens (Part 1 of 2)”

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Freedom

Authors note: This is my grandmother’s story. Her family lived in Russia when the Russian Revolution broke out. Because they were Jewish, they were forced to leave if they wanted to survive. My grandmother was five years old. She wrote down her story, and I have rewritten it. There is some liberty taken with it; I had to fill in the minor details, the gaps she left out, but the events are laid out as they happened to her. The horror here is real; I didn’t need to exaggerate that. This is the story of what happened when my grandmother’s freedom was taken away from her. Continue reading “Freedom”