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Recent Releases

Recent Releases

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.

Current Projects

Current Projects

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…

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Publishing, Gremlins, and Angry Eyebrows

Publishing, Gremlins, and Angry Eyebrows

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…

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Past Work

Past Work

Llueve Mucho Donde Vivo, It Rains A Lot Where I Live, 2008 – Self-published joint project with Rebekah Dornberger and Jennifer Hester-Nita. Children’s book, compiled for victims of a severe flood in Panama. Various articles, 2008-2011 – appearing on a now-defunct internationally-reaching humanitarian aid platform. 2007 Regional Fine Arts Festival – Short Story awarded a Superior with Invitation to the National level.

Dumpster Fires and Whiteboards

Dumpster Fires and Whiteboards

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.

March 2018 Update

March 2018 Update

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.

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

Success in Writing and Progress Report – August 2017

Success in Writing and Progress Report – August 2017

Near the end of 2011, I sat down and sketched out my first rough idea for an urban fantasy novel. And as I enthusiastically brainstormed and developed ideas, a bitter voice in my head told me to stop, to give up, to throw the towel in and relinquish the dream of being a writer. “Better to give up than be known as a bad writer,” it told me.