Inkslayer’s Journal Entry 2

The long trek to publication continues. This week I saw my first sketches for the cover to Beyond Here, and I’m beyond stoked.  This all wasn’t feeling real until I saw them. 

With this being the first time I’m seeing sketches I’m debating on pushing back the publication date to the first week of June. When I’m thinking of this I don’t know if it’s my own fears talking or if I’m being rational. I don’t want the cover rushed, but I want it out in the world too…Ugh! 

Thoughts? 

Oh well. Brief update today. Until mext time have a writeous day!

Inkslayer’s Journal Entry 1

Hello Writeous Ones!
Wow, it has been a long time since I’ve written a personal blog. A long, long time. Plenty has happened in that time: my daughter is about to go to college, my girlfriend (my favorite author) is living with me, that whole President Creamsicle thing happened *ugh*. Hmmm…what else, what else?

Oh! I’m finally going to publish my first book!

It’s only taken forever but it’s happening. As of this moment Beyond Here is set to go out into the world on May 31st of 2017. I can’t begin to explain how nervous I am about this…but also relieved. 

Getting this story out into the world has been a looooooong process. Towards the end of last year I had a tenative offer from a small press to publish Beyond Here. Of course I was ecstatic about the opportunity. Someone other than me believed in my story! But in that excitement I got lazy. It needed plenty of polish and care that I neglected to give. So 2016 passed and then came February of 2017. By this time I was aware that the offer had fallen through, but with that a fire was ignited in me to take matters into my own hands. I believe in this story. I believe in me. Also it became time to stop talking about it and to make it happen. 

The biggest thing to get over was my own fear. Fear held me back for the longest time. Now it’s time to start trusting in myself and living in my possibilities. 

Hopefully I’ll be doing more of these mini updates from now on. Until next time have a writeous day!

The Witch’s Memory part seventy

The wind swirled with ribbons of color

And the scent of rose petals began to smother

The staleness of the night air

Meanwhile Jaspeak’s blood flowed without care

Drop after crimson drop by her feet

From this bit of magic there was no retreat

All around where the blood did flow

The grass grew and the flowers did glow

Lilies stretched up to the moon

Large enough to make grown men swoon

Solid white luminescence saturated the night

Like the witch had become sun bright

It was as though she became a conductor to the stars

A beautiful entity kept afar

The Witch’s Memory part sixty eight

The princess as unsure what to do next

In the presence of the woman with skin so perfect

She was lost, for the first time on her own

And part of that frightened her to the bone

Here she was at the mercy of nature

Not sure what else she’d be made to endure

She was left down on her knees

At the vicious mercy of an unnatural freeze

So she rose up to stand

Her cheeks flushed red as a heated brand

“How do I know in you I can trust

Perhaps if I say yes you’ll turn me to rust

I don’t mean for you to think me rude

Like I’ve been cursed with a foul attitude

But perhaps I’ve been duped by my trusting nature

So now I need to be quite sure”

Said the princess cautiously

While the witch made herself hard to see

The witch was dressed in shadows of black

Yet her grin with its radiance that did not lack

“You are as wise as the morning is bright

Not willing to take on unnecessary plight

I wish I had your vision when I was young

Maybe then I would not have been stung”

The Witch’s Memory part sixty five

She thought he was through trying to marry her off

At this she supposed she had to scoff

She was a pawn in a long played game

No matter her voice the results were the same

She was property no more or less

In need of a man to make her a success 

That was not how she saw her life

This was not about her strife

If love came along she was open to it

But to be sold off would not be her exit