fbpx
Writing the Sweetwoods…

Writing the Sweetwoods…

From book 3, Sweetwood Christmas Zena needed to splash some cold water on her face before she met with this guy. She made her way to the bedroom that was always reserved for her. The nerve of Holly Blake! And how come Miss Divorced from NYC knew about her aunt and...
The Villain in My Story

The Villain in My Story

Every compelling story needs a villain the reader loves to hate. He or she is the antagonist—the driving force behind the plot, the character who creates conflict and makes the hero’s journey meaningful. Without a villain, a novel can feel flat and...
Follow

Follow

She moved through the trees with ease as if it was where she came from—as if she had been rooted and born here. Her long black hair draped gracefully over her dark green cape, and her worn brown boots made the barest of thuds against the mossy floor of the forest. He...
The Way He Says Her Name

The Way He Says Her Name

It’s cold, but the wind has died down, so I decide to walk. I stick to the salty sidewalks and avoid ice patches. I want to reach out to my brother, Wes, so I take my phone out and send him a quick text: I did it. I went out, met strangers, and I survived! He...
After the Panic

After the Panic

“Robena!” I hear the voice, but I keep going. I trudge up Clifton Hill, searching for a full breath and some sanity. “Robena! Stop!” And then I’m drenched. Apparently, someone has seen fit to douse me with what I pray is water....