For The Writer Who Is Stuck

Stories are hard. I think anyone who has ever sat down to force out eighty-something thousand words (or more) knows this. Stories get twisted. Plot holes form, characters refuse to cooperate, and the words on the page don’t always match the visions we had for them. Things get messy, and in the end, even the…

Of Bullfrogs and Snapdragons: Coming Fall 2019

Hedgehogs, O most faithful of readers, make excellent writing companions. I would not admit this to anyone but you, for some of my friends would be terribly jealous if they thought that I was choosing favorites. Belinda Munkindot, who I am sure that you remember from my previous letters, would fly into the most ridiculous…

How I Will Probably Die

I find the bookshop on 47th and Willow, sandwiched between a pawn shop with a broken lamp in the window and a jewelry store selling fake pearls. The windows are shuttered, and a black cat is lying on the doorstep. She arches against my hand when I reach down and pet her, and when I…

FREE BOOKS: Last Day!

Hello, my friends! Friendly reminder that today is the LAST DAY that my books, Of Mice and Fairies and The Birdwoman, will be FREE on Amazon. Of Mice and Fairies is a charming collection of fairy tales written by a forest witch, in the form of a series of letters to her niece. They spin…

Crows

They wait for me in the graveyard. I see them when I pass by on my way home from school, hopping about on the gravestones, pecking at the gravel paths. Their black feathers are ruffled by the wind coming down from the mountains, and we can hear their cawing from the schoolyard. My friends are…

Free BOOKS!

  Today, we are celebrating! Several things, in fact. Firstly, it is November. And we have snow. And I love snow, especially when I know my woodpile is going to last me through the month. That is definitely a good feeling. Secondly, this blog recently passed its one year anniversary, AND reached 100 followers! YAY!…

In Which Wignilian is Heroic

I must be completely honest with you, dearest of readers, and admit that the old mill down by the pond is not really a part of Bushkyn Hollow. It is, in fact, in a different part of the forest altogether, and one must walk quite ten minutes from one to the other. But the mill…

For The Writer Who Is In Pain

Writing is not a particularly hazardous occupation. I mean, sure, we fight battles on a daily basis, have a suspicious knowledge of poisons and methods for burying bodies, have an exact plan for splinting a shattered shin bone, and occasionally ride dragons, but these tend to be adventures of an . . . imaginative sort….

For The Writer Who Is Waiting

Writers are something of a unique breed. I’ll be the first to admit to this. We talk to people who don’t exist, obsess ourselves with fictional events, curse plot lines in regular conversation, and create entire worlds with nothing but a pen, a notebook, and the occasional keyboard and cup of strong coffee. We scribble…

Snake Charmer

The ghosts come out when the sand grows cold. They gather to the fires at the city gates and warm their pale hands at the flames dancing to the music of the west wind. They come for the warmth, for the gossip of the soldiers, and the dreams of those stupid enough to leave their…