To celebrate and honor reaching 500 followers on Twitter, I promised to post an excerpt of my current WIP: Draugr. First, a little backgroud: Leif Halfdan spends his immortality working as a historical consultant and detective on the police force. One morning, he is called to consult with an Archaeological operation in the Highlands of Scotland. A necklace with his name carved on it has been found in an 800-year old grave. He agrees to go, much to the aggravation…
Summer in Zurich is stubborn this year, with its hornets and its sunburns. It’s a slow dying, like the way a party runs down when there’s no more food. But still, I hear the death-rattle. October is almost here. The richness of Autumn always invigorates me, and this one is especially enlivening. I can finally share all the NEWS I’ve been saving up for months! I’M GETTING PUBLISHED!!!!!! That’s right, everyone. A life-long dream, finally coming true! It’s just a…
Llueve Mucho Donde Vivo, It Rains A Lot Where I Live – Self-published joint project with Rebekah Dornberger and Jennifer Hester-Nita. Children’s book, compiled for victims of a severe flood in Panama in 2oo8. Various articles, 2008-2011 – appearing on a now-defunct internationally-reaching humanitarian aid platform.
Tea for Two – personal essay to be released on March 19, 2019. Chicken Soup for the Soul: Mom Knows Best The Gate – short story published in 2018. Appearing in Kyanite Press’ Winter Digest 2018: Fables and Fairy Tales.
Here, I’ve compiled a list my current works-in-progress, and future plans. I will be updating this space every so often, so keep a look out if you’re interested. This information is current as of February 2019 Draugr – Urban Fantasy. Prequel to Wergild. In Editing. “Leif Halfdan, a detective and historical consultant, is on the precipice of several big decisions in his romantic and professional life. But then he is asked to join a team of student archaeologists in Scotland…
Happy Independence Day! We’re well and truly entrenched in July now, and I find myself in the middle of my fifth year of living in Switzerland. And even though it seems that America might be a dumpster fire behind a seedy downtown hotel that never changes it sheets, that hasn’t diminished the pride and gratitude I feel as an American. And it’s with the classic American spirit of hope depsite the odds, that I’m making rather exciting plans for the second half of this year.
Though you may travel far and wide,
No haven of life is found inside.
Viking hoard be cold as stone
Hot be heart and breath and bone…
I am such a perfectionist, and such a do-er (my sisters would call me an overachiever) that I forget to let myself and my work just be. I convince myself I am not doing enough, or I am not doing well enough. The merry-go-round in my brain just can’t let it rest. I’m either a terrible writer or I’m not giving my best. That kind of self-condemnation is destructive. And paralyzing.
I live in the thunder and ride the lightning
My sound is grand and big and bom bom bom
What lands do separate –
Nay, what words, indeed!
For I know not that which
Can bridge the distance ‘tween.