Only footprints remained in the frozen mud, great padded paws and the haunting imprint of one, tiny, perfect human foot.
Elijah’s Chariot, my most recent work in progress. It’s done and one day, I swear it shall be revised.
Grammaries, or grimoires, were the collected thoughts and writings of magicians upon a particular subject, similar to a lady’s commonplace book. Every magician was expected to keep several volumes of his grammaries throughout his career, but more often than not, these books contained rambling rants about the particulars of So-and-So’s disgraceful fashion or the perceived insults paid to the author by other magicians.
“First trespass, now invisibility,” Raphael muttered. “What’s next? Murder? Or some other capital offense?” “Don’t be ridiculous,” Eva said. “Invisibility isn’t a capital offense. Besides, it isn’t taught in school.”
I know what they’ll say. They’ll say I did it. That we stood on the cliff together, pinkies twined, toes lined along the edge, before I looked into her eyes and shoved her over. A body was never found, after all. I could have done it. I could have killed her. But I didn’t. I did something much worse. I stole her life instead.
So I completely and utterly failed NaNoWriMo this year as I only managed to squeeze out about 18.5K. I don’t know how people can write more than 1000 words a day, every day. I just don’t. I burn out. On a good day I’ll get out about 1500 words, but the next day I’ll be reduced to 100 because my brain can’t function. So kudos to everyone to won this year! But at least I […]
Back when I first started writing ELIJAH’S CHARIOT (or whatever the hell my work-in-progress will actually be called), it was a middle grade novel. I found the old file again and got a little nostalgic. There are some stylistic differences between YA and middle grade, but what I like about my middle grade incarnation is the archness of the voice. I feel you can maintain a slightly more objective distance from characters in middle grade, […]
Yeah, it’s from my novel. It’s a darling. Meaning it will probably get killed at some point. Still, I think this might be a fun exercise. All you writers have darlings? Little snippets of writing you absolutely love and would be resistant to parting with? Post them here!
I’ve been thinking lately about the old adage write what you know, mostly because I either live with or know people with fascinating life stories who are also writers. (I’m looking at you, Russ, and you, Wicked Cool Riley. Plz to be writing your memoirs immediately and sending me the manuscripts. Kthx.) I, on the other hand, have had an almost disgustingly “nice” life: a more-than-comfortable bourgeois upbringing complete with prep school, art conservatory, country […]
First things first: Wolverine Art Appreciation Month or How JJ Woke Up To Find Her Art History Degree and Her Love of Comic Books Secretly Had a Lovechild Behind Her Back. Secondly, I have now become that sort of person who wakes up at the crack of dawn. I mean this quite literally: as the sun comes up over the horizon, it decides to stab a blade of light in my right eye through my […]
The older I get, the more and more contemporary my interest in various time periods become. When I was a child, I had a fascination with the Victorian era and the fin de siècle but more and more I’m finding myself fascinated with the early-middle decades of the 20th century. For Elijah’s Chariot, my research consisted mostly of the events/culture from 1912-1921. For Jane Eyre with Werewolves (which still needs a better title), I’ve been […]