The little that I know about my father’s history as a sailor boils down to this: there are things I will never know, and for that I should be grateful. His words, not mine. He seems to think I’m not capable of fully comprehending the things he’s done. Well, perhaps that’s true, but I would … Continue reading Writing Exercise: Storytime
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Writing Exercise: The Sea of Antiquities
Mediterranian Sea - 1793 (approx.) I often wonder if living humans realize the wealth they have amassed at the bottom of the ocean. None of which was intentional, certainly, or perhaps was made by some kind of madman, but I never cease to be amazed by the items long forgotten (thus dredged up by … Continue reading Writing Exercise: The Sea of Antiquities
Writing Exercise: Bathroom Break
Location Unknown - 1825 (approx.) It would've been so much easier to have been born a boy, but as I watch Curly take a piss over the port side, I am glad I am a woman in every way that counts. If only common courtesy and self-awareness were God-given gifts to every man and … Continue reading Writing Exercise: Bathroom Break
Writing Exercise: A Marriage Meeting
London, England - 1766 (approx.) I tuck a loose curl behind my ear. Mariana, my lady’s maid, will want to pin it to my scalp the moment she sees it, but I like knowing that it’s there; a small piece of me that cannot be restrained. I tug on my kid gloves, hoping the … Continue reading Writing Exercise: A Marriage Meeting
I’m the Unreliable Narrator of My Own Life
Well hello, I hope it's been a swell eight months or whatever kind of crazy amount of time has passed since my last post. I'm not going to spend a ton of time apologizing because I do that every time I realize I have completely abandoned my readers (I really am sorry about it, though) … Continue reading I’m the Unreliable Narrator of My Own Life
HOLY CRAP IT’S FINALLY HERE!
I know it's taken me forever and a decade (sorry Julia) to finally get this ball a-rollin', but I have finally written it. Are you ready? No, I don't think you are... THIS IS A BOOK TOO IS FINALLY HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Do you think there were enough exclamation points? To read the first chapter of our … Continue reading HOLY CRAP IT’S FINALLY HERE!
This is a Book Gets a Makeover
Since the school year has begun again, Julia and I have been working hard to get This is a Book up and rolling once again! This is a Book Too, the sequel to our oh-so-random blog novel, picks up where our ghost-zombie-pirate and super-spy-assassin heroines left off. Can they find the true Pixie King (and … Continue reading This is a Book Gets a Makeover
This is a Book: Chapter Twenty-Five
Again, Julia and I apologize for the delay. This is actually going to be my LAST CHAPTER of This is a Book, book 1. *Shocked face* I can't believe it is already coming to a close, but I wanted to say thanks for sticking it out with us, and I hope you've had as much … Continue reading This is a Book: Chapter Twenty-Five
This is a Book: Chapter Twenty-Three
The Forest of Hands and Teeth The inside of the castle dungeons are more than cold, they’re freezing, and there’s little question of why. The entire thing is made of ice, thick layers of the stuff on the walls, on the floor, on the black and gray cell doors. Spiny fingers of deep blue, frozen … Continue reading This is a Book: Chapter Twenty-Three
This is a Book: Chapter Nineteen
Children of the Corn “We’re not dimension hopping again, are we?” I hear Mary ask in the darkness, her voice thin. I don’t know what she’s talking about, so I don’t respond. Around us the darkness continues to grow thicker, soupy, until I’m not sure if it’s a lack of light or a black substance … Continue reading This is a Book: Chapter Nineteen
