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April 2019 Excerpt

April 2019 Excerpt

Here it is! I’ve been promising everyone a new excerpt from Draugr for a while now. This past month, I hit some pretty big milestones, most notably starting a Facebook author page, participating in a public reading of my short story The Gate, and hitting 1600 followers on my Twitter account! I’m so excited for this forward momentum, and what better way to celebrate than by releasing one more passage from my current WIP? “Where is the gods-cursed thing?” Leif…

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Excerpt from Draugr, Nov. 2018

Excerpt from Draugr, Nov. 2018

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…

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Wild

Wild

I live in the thunder and ride the lightningMy sound is grand and big and bom bom bomI taste like ash and gleam like fireflies in rhythmI burst at the seams in my excessesGumming up the greasy wheels with my dustI climb up up up the ladder to knock you overAnd laugh at the messThe dew of the dawn brings me serenityAnd the rain of the twilight brings me deathI hiss at the world and fling my arms wide to the…

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Sundered

Sundered

What lands do separate –Nay, what words, indeed!For I know not that whichCan bridge the distance ‘tween. Stumbling tongues and soulsTwined round a similar reluctanceShadowed smiles and twinned sadnessReminiscence is a familiar friend Nostalgia trips along the lanes of soulShaking loose long-cherished joysAnd oft-mourned loss – I miss you!Must suffered silence be our cost? Hand clutch on guilty heartWhen fellowship is sunderedAnd I’m the one to blameFond farewells assuage nothing

Letting Loose Your Inner Child

Letting Loose Your Inner Child

We have all heard the little nuggets of wisdom and read all the articles on how to be a good writer. We’re taught grammar and punctuation in school. We are even taught that good writing looks a certain way, such as Steinbeck, J.K. Rowling, Tolkien, C.S. Lewis, Steven King, Shakespeare, or all the other great story tellers of grandeur. We are also somehow led to believe that bad writing takes the waif-like, substance-less forms of works like self-published ebooks of the dinosaur porn variety, or even mediocre fanfiction.