The Witch’s Memory part 6 (recap)

Our leader took this time to flee
All the while his head buzzing like it contained a bee
The world he knew swept out under his feet
Leaving him to wonder what end his people would meet
Jaspeak declared war on the non-magical ilk
A distasteful act like sour buttermilk
Our leader pleaded to all of our kind
Speaking of the great wizard had lost his mind
He told them of what the man planned
Then he made a plea, not a demand
Calling on the good within them all
To help him complete the great wizard’s fall
There were a few who sided with Jaspeak
But there was no reason for our leader to grow weak
Those who were willing to join the fight
Were great in number, courage and might
A line had been drawn on the proverbial sand
Armed with magic and followers at his command
Our leader led the charge against all that was dark
For goodness he claimed would leave its mark
So a war waged on between evil and good
A battle for truth and no more falsehood
Jaspeak proved to be a formidable foe
Leaving his enemies with nowhere to go
Only to press forward through all he could conjure
Making an army of all manner of creature
Nightmarish beasts and blood drenched demon
Anything at all that the great wizard could summon
The war waged on for far too long
Our leader and the heartbroken king plunging headlong
Into the center of the terrible battle
The faith in their cause refusing to rattle
Until at last the king’s blade struck true
In the warlock’s chest and Jaspeak’s face went blue
The wizard fell upon the ground
They were victorious but certainly bound
By woe, misery at those they had lost
Their victory coming at a great cost
Many of the valiant lay dead in the wake
Waiting for the grim reaper to take
Their souls to the heavens or the depths of hell
A resting place for them to eternally dwell
The king and our leader were left on the battlefield
What had been broken could never be healed
Although they had fought side by side
A solace between them it did not provide
The uneasiest of truce was brokered that day
Sending the two on their separate way
The non-magicals would go about their life
And about their work without an iota of strife
As long as the magicals stayed to ourselves
In the land where dark magic delves
Search parties were sent out for the missing daughters
Hearts were fearful they met up with marauders
Of them there was neither hair nor hide
Leaving the king to suspect they’d died
But what to do with the one who remained
The one pregnant and caught under the dark magic strain
Ready was the babe to go through the trials of birth
Although its mother was no longer much worth
Madness dwelled deep in her dark eyes
Dark like the magic we all despise
What to do with this girl now
“The daughter I once knew is dead like a slain cow
She with her sisters far away from this place
Away from the dark things and her father’s disgrace
This thing before me is no child of mine
So what you choose to do by me is fine
Though I ask a favor if you please
Set her ablaze to rid her of this magical disease.”
The king left the words there like a festering boil
Leaving our people in shock and to recoil
Once the shock was done and over
What to do with the girl did hover
Fortunately her life was spared
Although so drunk off of magic she could not have cared
She gave birth to our new lineage
Our bloodline: the great Erwin the Sage
Our greatest minds were left to exercise
The demons within the mother’s eyes
Eventually it all was ill fated
As her condition deteriorated
She passed away the following fall
A heavy burden on us all
And baby Erwin was by the folks of good
Things were turning out exactly as they should.”
Little Jaspeak gave her eyes a blink
Letting moments pass so she could think
“But Dad that doesn’t explain
How it is you gave me this name.”
Her father’s eyes took on a distant haze
She found herself lost in them just like a maze
The world held its breath right with her

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The Witch’s Memory part 5 (recap)

Then the king headed off towards the sun
Leaving our leader to wonder what had been done
He leapt to his feet headed in the direction
Of the once great man who was now an infection
Burrowing deep in our land to rot it from within
With lies, corruption, and all manner of sin
He went to the home, pounding till his hand was sore
No time for pleasantries as war was upon their door
With no answer he peered inside
Where it looked like joy came and died
Darkness smothered every possession
Casting a sense of desolation
Shadows lurked and danced carefree
Our leader wondered where Jaspeak could be
Then amongst the darkness something did shuffle
And a scream of horror he had to stifle
A very frail figure descended the stair
Seeing it was almost more than he could bear
It moved in the darkness with great ease
Though appearing to be haunted by a grave disease
Upon the arms as thin as bone
Several pus filled boils shone
The movements were spastic as if there was no control
Over the body and certainly the soul
Long, hair greasy and dark
Struck over leader as rather stark
This was not Jaspeak of that much he was sure
This was the girl from before
The king’s daughter sold to a madman
It was so overwhelming he could hardly stand
Our leader fumbled and began to reel
“My dear friend how do you feel
Is everything fine, is everything kosher
What trouble brings you back to my door?”
“The veil has been lifted from my eyes
Now I am keen to all your lies
I cannot believe I once called you friend
Your actions I can no longer defend
You are a monster from head to toe
Our people shall not be a part of the evil you sew
Tell me what has brought you to this
That has led you astray and so amiss”
Said our leader with a renewed strength
Angered he let it go to such lengths
Jaspeak approached as cool as the breeze
Unburdened by being such a world class sleaze
The treble in his voice was deep and low
“I suppose it’s about time you know
Loathe is too lowly a word
To describe what I feel for the non-magical herd
Too long have they gone unscathed
Many wars they have waged
Lives taken for an unseen glory
Spilling blood to tell their story
They are savages my friend and nothing more
Then the earth chose to settle the score
Handing gifts to the ones who should rightfully rule
If you cannot see that you are a fool
Your gifts you should have learned to embrace
To help me prove we are the master race
Side by side like brothers in arms
Casting in new magic and devious charms
See while you chose to pander those creeps
I mastered a new art while everyone sleeps
I mined it from a part of my heart
A piece of me calling to me from the very start
The darkness my friend that hides in us all
Showing me how to make the non-magicals fall
Summonings, curses, and a trove of terrible jinx
Anything at all worse than you can think
I learned how to possess a human soul
Mold it, break it, until it surrenders control
My will running through their bone
Creating an army of my very own
I call them witches, my special breed
Making them all I could need
Vessels to hold onto my dark arts
Letting it consume the entirety of their hearts
That’s not their only use before they meet the tomb
They also have use in their vacant womb
To bear child I shall raise
To help me set the world ablaze
I have ascended far beyond this realm
To bring forth a new era with me at the helm
No longer a wizard to come and mock
Fueled by my rage I am now a warlock
A being willing to do what it takes
To claim what is ours no matter the stakes.”

The Witch’s Memory part 4 (recap)

Then the king headed off towards the sun
Leaving our leader to wonder what had been done
He leapt to his feet headed in the direction
Of the once great man who was now an infection
Burrowing deep in our land to rot it from within
With lies, corruption, and all manner of sin
He went to the home, pounding till his hand was sore
No time for pleasantries as war was upon their door
With no answer he peered inside
Where it looked like joy came and died
Darkness smothered every possession
Casting a sense of desolation
Shadows lurked and danced carefree
Our leader wondered where Jaspeak could be
Then amongst the darkness something did shuffle
And a scream of horror he had to stifle
A very frail figure descended the stair
Seeing it was almost more than he could bear
It moved in the darkness with great ease
Though appearing to be haunted by a grave disease
Upon the arms as thin as bone
Several pus filled boils shone
The movements were spastic as if there was no control
Over the body and certainly the soul
Long, hair greasy and dark
Struck over leader as rather stark
This was not Jaspeak of that much he was sure
This was the girl from before
The king’s daughter sold to a madman
It was so overwhelming he could hardly stand
Our leader fumbled and began to reel
“My dear friend how do you feel
Is everything fine, is everything kosher
What trouble brings you back to my door?”
“The veil has been lifted from my eyes
Now I am keen to all your lies
I cannot believe I once called you friend
Your actions I can no longer defend
You are a monster from head to toe
Our people shall not be a part of the evil you sew
Tell me what has brought you to this
That has led you astray and so amiss”
Said our leader with a renewed strength
Angered he let it go to such lengths
Jaspeak approached as cool as the breeze
Unburdened by being such a world class sleaze
The treble in his voice was deep and low
“I suppose it’s about time you know
Loathe is too lowly a word
To describe what I feel for the non-magical herd
Too long have they gone unscathed
Many wars they have waged
Lives taken for an unseen glory
Spilling blood to tell their story
They are savages my friend and nothing more
Then the earth chose to settle the score
Handing gifts to the ones who should rightfully rule
If you cannot see that you are a fool
Your gifts you should have learned to embrace
To help me prove we are the master race
Side by side like brothers in arms
Casting in new magic and devious charms
See while you chose to pander those creeps
I mastered a new art while everyone sleeps
I mined it from a part of my heart
A piece of me calling to me from the very start
The darkness my friend that hides in us all
Showing me how to make the non-magicals fall
Summonings, curses, and a trove of terrible jinx
Anything at all worse than you can think
I learned how to possess a human soul
Mold it, break it, until it surrenders control
My will running through their bone
Creating an army of my very own
I call them witches, my special breed
Making them all I could need
Vessels to hold onto my dark arts
Letting it consume the entirety of their hearts
That’s not their only use before they meet the tomb
They also have use in their vacant womb
To bear child I shall raise
To help me set the world ablaze
I have ascended far beyond this realm
To bring forth a new era with me at the helm
No longer a wizard to come and mock
Fueled by my rage I am now a warlock
A being willing to do what it takes
To claim what is ours no matter the stakes.”
Our leader took this time to flee
All the while his head buzzing like it contained a bee
The world he knew swept out under his feet
Leaving him to wonder what end his people would meet
Jaspeak declared war on the non-magical ilk
A distasteful act like sour buttermilk
Our leader pleaded to all of our kind
Speaking of the great wizard had lost his mind
He told them of what the man planned
Then he made a plea, not a demand
Calling on the good within them all
To help him complete the great wizard’s fall
There were a few who sided with Jaspeak
But there was no reason for our leader to grow weak
Those who were willing to join the fight
Were great in number, courage and might
A line had been drawn on the proverbial sand
Armed with magic and followers at his command
Our leader led the charge against all that was dark
For goodness he claimed would leave its mark
So a war waged on between evil and good
A battle for truth and no more falsehood
Jaspeak proved to be a formidable foe
Leaving his enemies with nowhere to go
Only to press forward through all he could conjure
Making an army of all manner of creature
Nightmarish beasts and blood drenched demon
Anything at all that the great wizard could summon
The war waged on for far too long
Our leader and the heartbroken king plunging headlong
Into the center of the terrible battle
The faith in their cause refusing to rattle
Until at last the king’s blade struck true
In the warlock’s chest and Jaspeak’s face went blue
The wizard fell upon the ground
They were victorious but certainly bound
By woe, misery at those they had lost
Their victory coming at a great cost
Many of the valiant lay dead in the wake
Waiting for the grim reaper to take
Their souls to the heavens or the depths of hell
A resting place for them to eternally dwell
The king and our leader were left on the battlefield
What had been broken could never be healed
Although they had fought side by side
A solace between them it did not provide
The uneasiest of truce was brokered that day
Sending the two on their separate way
The non-magicals would go about their life
And about their work without an iota of strife
As long as the magicals stayed to ourselves
In the land where dark magic delves
Search parties were sent out for the missing daughters
Hearts were fearful they met up with marauders
Of them there was neither hair nor hide
Leaving the king to suspect they’d died
But what to do with the one who remained
The one pregnant and caught under the dark magic strain
Ready was the babe to go through the trials of birth
Although its mother was no longer much worth
Madness dwelled deep in her dark eyes
Dark like the magic we all despise
What to do with this girl now
“The daughter I once knew is dead like a slain cow
She with her sisters far away from this place
Away from the dark things and her father’s disgrace
This thing before me is no child of mine
So what you choose to do by me is fine
Though I ask a favor if you please
Set her ablaze to rid her of this magical disease.”

The Witch’s Memory part 3 (recap)

But a greater matter rested at hand
A matter that would affect the land
To his surprise the situation was known to Jaspeak
A solution he already did seek
He told our leader to go about his way
Perhaps he’d have a solution by the end of the next day
This pleased our magical lord
Those actions were the reason Jaspeak was adored
Happy that Jaspeak was hard at work
He felt there’d be an answer to this murk
Then the next day came as the sun did rise
And more complaints were brought to our leader’s surprise
This time the king was a part of the company
Our leader said “What bring you to see me?”
The king could not hide his countenance
“It seems we’ve been plagued by a new circumstance
This has nothing to do with the deal we’ve made
But we’ve exhausted options, unheard went what we prayed
Gone mad every animal has
They hiss, growl and even spazz
Their eyes glow garnet red
They gnash and bite, and don’t crave to be fed
All they do is run crazed and wild
Just the other day a wolf bit a child
This child fell ill and rabid as well
Quite a situation as you can tell
For now the young one is locked in the tower
As you can imagine this all has been rather dour
We cannot begin to eat such beasts
For fear of becoming the same at least
We have little to offer in way of wage
Any help at all would be so sage.”
Our leader waved away this jest
“We will all do our best
Something strange is happening in this land
An answer to this is what I demand
Take back to your castle an eased heart
Jaspeak will know just where to start.”
The king and his folk bid adieu
Now that this conversation was through
Our leader sought out Jaspeak once again
Hoping with his wisdom he’d know where to begin
The sun gave way to the night’s pearl eye
Our leader felt dismayed yet he didn’t know why
He knocked on the door for the wizard Jaspeak
Instead of strongly the knock came meek
Strong or not the knock was heard
And Jaspeak wore a grin like a cat who’d caught a fat bird
He stood in the doorway basked in moonlight
The once great wizard now looking a fright
His hair once bright as the ideas he did think
Was now the shade of the darkest, blackest ink
Jaspeak’s eyes were now like coal
And our leader had a horrible feeling in his soul
Yet he remained at the wizard’s whim
For he would always have to go to him
Again his bride was nowhere to be found
He prayed she was not somewhere gagged and bound
In need of his help though kept our leader quiet
Dread burrowed into his heart where it set
“How is it I find you once more
At the foot of my most welcome door,”
Said Jaspeak with a gleam
“Trouble apparently it does seem
With those folk without the gift
What is it now causing my focus to shift?”
Our leader spoke of the troubles he had heard
And Jaspeak rubbed his chin without speaking a word
Looking up into a sky that mirrored his own gaze
Appearing as though he could be lost up there for days
“This is a quandary,” Jaspeak said at last
“Of course I will handle this fast
Surely this will get done once I’ve figured the first
Hopefully their situation is the worst
If they are plagued by something else so grim
I’d hate to think what that would mean for them.”
With that the door was closed with a creak
And to our leader things seemed bleak
Not sure if the great wizard was someone to trust
But caught in a predicament where he must
He prayed that he was wrong
Hoping Jaspeak was the man he knew all along
The next day came and his prayer went unheard indeed
As the room sun broke there came the king on his steed
Anger and confusion played at the king’s stare
Trouble seemed to slither through the air
So our leader settled a spell in his tongue
To ward off attack of any begun
The horse came up with a strong neigh
“Do magic folk handle deals this way
To have your enemy call you friend
So they won’t realize the lies your tongues bend
Offering my land and daughter on bended knee I came
All that and yet it is more you seek to claim.”
It is said the king’s heart could be heard underneath his armor
Giving our leader a frightful tremor
“How have we wronged you so you say
What is it that brings you here today?”
At this question the king seemed offended
Any chance of reconciliation appeared absconded
“You chastise me on what brings me here
Truly your life you do not hold dear
My other daughters vanished without a trace
Never more my presence shall they grace
And a father with no children is a lost soul
There are no words uttered that could console
My daughters’ eyes went dark my helpers say
They offered strange mutterings everyday
Bizarre words that made little sense
Yet it is those words they continued to dispense
It is on their lips one word repeatedly they did speak
The name of your wizard, your beloved Jaspeak
I know it is him who would do something so foul
A villainous soul minus the cloak and cowl
So I give you this warning, once and no more
Prepare yourself for this means war.”

The Witch’s Memory part 2 (recap)

You will still be our little one and make us proud

If you have any questions speak them aloud

Better to know now than not at all

Ask your query child before nightfall.”

The girl took a moment to have herself a think

As she pondered, the sun did slowly sink

The clouds were outlined in blood orange and indigo

Then the girl blurted. “Oh I know

Daddy how come we are made to hide

Instead of walking around with pride

We are stronger isn’t that much true

Heck I couldn’t imagine anyone beating you 

So why not do more with our magic

Instead of protection and other tricks?”

With that the father and mother shared a glance

Saying this was a subject not meant to dance

Around or even beat around the bush

The world went quiet as if told to shush

“What is your name?” said the father to the girl

“Jaspeak, father.” answered the child, giving her hair a nervous twirl

“Who were you named after?”

“Why, my great great grandfather.”

The man settled into the cool earth

Appearing devoid of his former merriment and mirth

Heaviness perched upon his shoulder

Making him appear several years older

She snuggled in his arms, her eyes aimed to the lowering sun

Her mind wondering what it was that had been done

What had been done to cause her father this woe

The answer her curiosity had to know

“Well your great- great-grandfather Jaspeak,”

He father did speak

“Was a great wizard beyond any compare

So much so it was considered unfair

To those without any kind of magic

In fact their lives seemed rather tragic

Because of Jaspeak we had no worries about being fed

From his magic we learned how to heal when we bled

We could create fire with the flick of the wrist

And that is only the beginning of his achievement list

Almost everything we have, food and supply

Came because a man named Jaspeak did try

Meanwhile outside of this land we call home

The spirit of pestilence did roam

Touching the crops, the water, and folks’ health

With all that combined it touched the kingdom’s wealth

The king at the time was no better than a pauper

All of his gold reduced to a handful of copper

Desperate the king came to us on bended knee

Making a most generous plea

For us to stop watching them suffer

He had very little to offer

In exchange for crops and fresh water

He would provide us more land and his first daughter

For most of us folk his offer was far too generous 

All he had to do was ask, no need for all this

Jaspeak however thought otherwise

He didn’t care for the ungifted’s cries

Deep in his heart these people he did loathe

No matter how hard the people strove

For peace, love and unity 

To him this was not how it was supposed to be

Jaspeak was all too aware of their plight

Considered it a plague to rid the world of this blight

Magical folk were superior he thought in his head

And he considered this the reason he had been bred

To bring his people into the dawning of a new age

Where he would be crowned most wise and sage

He’d build castles on the bones of the unfortunate

His place in history already set

He convinced our leader to take the deal

His plot beginning to churn its wheel

The did retrieve his firstborn

Who was lovely if not a bit forlorn

Wouldn’t you be if you were found in her predicament

No more than a commodity meant to be spent

A royal made to be a bargaining chip

So it was understandable she had a tremble in her lip

Jaspeak claimed the girl as his own

His plans for her laid unknown

But no one would dare question a wizard so great

That is until it was much too late

Back to his home went Jaspeak and his unwilling bride

His heart swollen with unearned pride

Pride in doing what he felt right

A course of action to bring his people to the light

You see my sweet dear

The sold princess had need to fear

Jaspeak wanted to create the dark art

Of curses, jinxes. It was his plan from the start

And the lovely young girl would be his practice

A litmus test for his dark magic

So our folk went along with the deal

And soon the non-magical folk began to heal

From the troubles that plagued them so

But how were they to know

That their troubles were far from an end

If they had known they would have begun to fend

To protect themselves from the troubles that loomed

Perhaps then they may not have been doomed

For several years the truce between us seemed great

We were devoid of harm and devoid of hate

We could call our non-magical brethren friend

The lines between enemy and friend started to blend

Then one day as the non magicals were reaping their wheat and hay

They found their crops withered and reeking of decay

This was the first time they had been met with woe

Since the deal had been struck so long ago

The non magicals cried out about what had befallen them

With winter approaching things may turn grim

Our leader befuddled by this new predicament

“Something happened. Magic awry it went

Our own crops are fine and doing quite well

Why this happened to you I don’t know what to tell

We’ll seek for you an answer to this

No stone unturned until we find what’s amiss.”

This soothed over our relations

And the king’s people went back to their vocations

As the non magicals went about their life

Our leader sought to end the pending strife

What better way to find a solution to the matter

Than to seek Jaspeak for a little chatter

Our leader sought out the great magician

Hoping he’d play the part of magical physician 

He marched over to the wizard’s home

To find Jaspeak waiting on his porch alone

Out leader wished to ask about the king’s girl

Curious to the answers that would unfurl

The Witch’s Memory part seventy six

Then she found the source of the noise

Three women of regality and poise

Sat around a cauldron with a song in their throat

In the middle of a deep moat

The water was purple, deep, and rich

The princess knew immediately each one was a witch

Just like the one she met in the forest

She became even less stressed

Surely they were here to help her on her journey

To help her be where she needed to be

A smile came to greet her face

Confidence abounding she stepped into the space

Inkslayer’s Journal Entry 5

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Hey everyone! Still reeling from getting Beyond Here out into the world. Make sure to get your copy. Also if you message me I can set up signing and delivering you a copy if you wish. In the meantime here’s a free read of a flash fiction piece that I hope to make a full fledged novel at some point. I hope you enjoy!!

Ghost of the Arena

Her nights were always the same. 
The blood and her lone symbolic act were washed away with coarse goat hairbrushes. With each pass through she felt her wounds begin to tear anew. It reminded her that she will still alive. That the gods thought to curse her for another day.
She slept bare under the canopy of stars, the night sky matching her skin of coal. Each blazing jewel in sky was an unanswered plea for the release from the misery of this world. Before the morning light a new star would be born.
By the break of day she’d be awakened by Doc, a member of her troupe. In spite of overwhelming sense of death and horror which hung over the arena Doc managed to be cheery, sunlight dancing in his blue eyes.
“Perhaps you shouldn’t take a direct shot to the shoulder today. That is unless you’re not attached to it,” he said as he traced her collarbone with his finger.
Her waking pain was the same yet new nonetheless. “Are you giving instruction to your lanista?”
“Simply observing. It’s what I do.”
His olive skin never ceased to look pale against her own dark tones. The sun had taken its toll on his flesh leaving weathered lines behind in its wake. They paled in comparison to her menagerie of scars.
“How are the others?” she asked as she stood, her nude figure unabashed in the morning rays.
“Surviving.”
“That’s all that can be asked.”
“Indeed.”
They held a mutual respect for each other. A quiet means of foreplay that would proceed no further. There was no love for gladiators, not even amongst themselves. 
Before eating or partaking in the meager water rations provided she had to become the warrior she was made to become, the ghost of the arena. As she slumbered through the night the crew used a large kiln to dispose of the losers of yesterday. Their ashes would be ready for her by the rising of the sun, a mixture of grey and ivory. From the top of her head to the soles of her feet the dark skinned warrior dusted herself in the regret of yesterday. When she was done she was new, baptized in the death of fire.
From here she dressed herself in her armor before joining her troupe for their rations. Although the only female amongst the several men they held her in high regard. Her actions in the arena had saved their skin on numerous occasions.
The rest of the morning consisted of practice, practice, and trying to find out why she was a black girl sentenced to die in the arena. Soon it was mid-afternoon and the daylight was saturated with the cries of a bloodthirsty audience. The games were set to begin, and her and her Poison Apples were set to take center stage.
But today was different. 
The gates would wait longer today to open, to usher them into the madness. A trove of royal guards entered the confines of the area they called home, carrying with them the scent of sweat…and of her. The queen stank of nightshade, as poisonous as her heart. The queen considered herself to be a mother to the people, but to the gladiators made to fight on her behalf she may as well have been a wicked stepmother.
With her robes barely touching the tainted sand the queen made her way down the line of the Poison Apples until she reached the ghost of the arena. It was hard to discern anything about the queen behind that damn porcelain mask she wore.
“Will you win today?” the queen asked, her voice darkened as the sky as the sun sought to be tucked under the horizon. 

The black girl painted in ash didn’t speak. Her time spent as a gladiator gave her the impression the queen had something to do with her imprisonment. 
Although she couldn’t see it the warrior felt a cruel grin arch from behind the porcelain facade. “One can only hope so. My favorite apple in the batch. My Snow White.”


The Witch’s Memory part seventy five

Further in the light continue to burn 

Bringing her the freedom that she did yearn 

Yet now she felt her heart stir 

As she noticed a faint whisper 

Starting off as delicate as a kiss 

Booming into something impossible to miss 

The sound was a haunting song 

Pushing and pulling her right along 

Three distinct voices, lithe and feminine 

If she were to describe the beauty she couldn’t begin 

She knew the end of her troubles with soon 

As each note cause her heart to swoon

Inkslayer’s Journal Entry 4

  So I began the process of building up physical copies of “Beyond Here”. It is a lot different than doing the ebook. So far I love it!…not the process but the end result. Outside of a couple of minor fixes mass production through Createspace and Amazon will be starting up soon. 

As I stated last time I made mistakes. One of those things being using social media better. If I had simply asked I could have saved myself some trouble by focusing more on physical copies of the book. There was more clammor for this than ebook. Lesson learned. Not the last one either. 

Short post for now. Until next time have a writeous day! 

Inkslayer’s Journal Entry 3

So it’s been a couple weeks now since the release of Beyond Here and…I find that I’m still learning a lot. One such thing I learned is that more people actually wanted a physical copy of the book as opposed to the kindle version. I’m surprised. Truthfully I doubted myself a bit. I always thought I’d go with a physical copy but not so soon. If I had done an informal Facebook survey I could have saved myself some headache. People would have waited for a paperback than purchase the less expensive ebook. 

Hmmm… 

Lesson learned and taken to heart. Today I tweaked some things for the physical copy to come out and I’m waiting on the proof copies. Once they’re in I’ll make sure it’s able to be purchased on Amazon along with a free ebook copy. Then I’ll try to make a way that I can send autographed copies out into the world. This whole process has been learning, learning, learning! 
Also I finshed typing up my rough draft of Nytemares and Dreamscapes. After letting it sit for a bit I’ll hop into editing and revising. Still hoping the trilogy will be done be December. It’s possible. As long as I keep writing. And I hope that you dear reader are writing as well.

Until next time have a writeous day!