Hey, so I got bored and wrote a lil' poem that made me laugh. That may be the exhaustion talking though, because, as I've said before, I am terrible at writing poetry, because, novelist and all that. Anyway, here you go! What am I? A fabler? A riddler? A truth-telling liar? - A fibber? A … Continue reading What am I?
I wrote this poem a while ago, though many would argue it's not really a poem, or it's a really bad poem because I can't stick to a single style or follow poetic rules, but you know, I'm a novelist, not a poet. Anyway, I thought I'd finally share it, so here it is, A … Continue reading A Walk with Darkness
World-building is one of the cornerstones of successful fantasy writing. It sets the groundwork for your characters, your setting; your story as a whole. It enables the reader to fully engage with the story. In this, world-building isn’t purely about creating a planet or setting, but determining the politics and beliefs of the people, and … Continue reading World building
Austin, Texas, 2010 Sifa crouched low on the roof top overhanging the alley where she’d left the hunter with her axe in his shoulder. Her fingers rested lightly against the tiles that still held the faintest touch of warmth from the day before as she used them to keep her balanced. He was younger than she’d … Continue reading Sifa
California, 2009 “Alright, tomorrow,” Alec called, slapping the top of his friend’s beat-up sedan as he jumped out, the chill of a fall evening greeting him. Practice had run late, though he knew his parents wouldn’t mind. He’d sent a message earlier warning them, though he hadn’t received a reply. He adjusted the heavy … Continue reading Alec
Note: this blog is purely satirical. Ownership of authors is frowned upon as they may bite. So you want an author and aren't sure whether you're ready? You want to make an informed decision before diving in? Well, here's everything you need to know about caring for your author. Authors make for fine pets but … Continue reading How to care for your author: a guide
Austin, Texas, 2010 He could smell it, the stale mustiness that trailed in the wake of revenants, cloistering and thick. Jet’s lip curled in distaste as he stalked the streets, the heavy air of midnight wrapping around his wiry frame like a favoured blanket. He was close now, very close. So damned close that her … Continue reading Jethro
I’m not much of a blogger. I’ve never journaled. I tried to do one of those ‘sketch a day’ things once, and even that stopped after about a week. No, I’m not overly interested in diarising my life and achievements. It’s not something that has ever appealed to me, but sometimes my mind wanders off … Continue reading The stages of writing, as experienced by me.
Egypt, Roughly 40AC The rise of the empire was fast. Maybe not to the eyes of the humans who watched on in ignorance, but in the scheme of things it had occurred quickly. A short five decades before Kesi had driven the hunters from Cairo. Seven decades before they’d been driven from Egypt as a … Continue reading Kesi
Spain, 1712 The chill of winter nipped at Johnathan's nose as he paced quickly between the bustling people on the street. Clutching at his temples, he smiled tightly at those who greeted him, drawing the brim of his hat down to shield his eyes from the harsh light. There was anticipation in the air today. … Continue reading Johnathan