The audiobook for Poisoned Apple is now available on Audible! If you prefer listening to your books, this is definitely one to tune in on, narrated by the talented Sally Rouge.
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Sometimes to refresh inspiration, I like to look up quotes about writing, so I figured I’d share some lovely ones.
“If you don’t have time to read, you don’t have the time (or the tools) to write. Simple as that.”–Stephen King
“After nourishment, shelter and companionship, stories are the thing we need most in the world.”–Philip Pullman
“If you want to really hurt you parents, and you don’t have the nerve to be gay, the least you can do is go into the arts. I’m not kidding. The arts are not a way to make a living. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven’s sake. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possible can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something.” –Kurt Vonnegut
“Tomorrow may be hell, but today was a good writing day, and on the good writing days nothing else matters.”–Neil Gaiman
“I love writing. I love the swirl and swing of words as they tangle with human emotions.”–James A. Michener
“You’re like an oceanic Lassie.” My grin twitched on my face, threatening to tumble over into laughter again.”
–By the Sea
I thought I’d do something neat for each of my novels/novellas by making boards for them on Pinterest. Mind you, I’m a Pinterest novice, but the idea occurred to me because when I write, a lot of times I’ll use pictures for detail and setting inspiration. Little known fact, but I feel my way through stories rather than visualize, so when I’m writing an unfamiliar or fantastical setting, I can only work in terms of immediacy–which doesn’t bode well for thorough and sensible description. So I use crutches, like most recently, this one for a section of the fairy realm, to help put myself there.
So, I made boards for each of my stories!
Check it out!
Cup of coffee? Check.
Cup of tea? Check and check.
Something resembling food? Triple check.
Word Count? 32,ooo and counting.
This is an update for my current WIP, an urban fantasy involving hunters and fae, two of my favorite things. The location being Philly has been a blast to write since I’ve grown up around this place my entire life. Right now, I’m trucking through at about 10,000 words a week. My goal is 50,000, so I’m over halfway there. What does that mean for you lovely readers? More bang for your buck and the potential of a print version of this fun adventure. These characters have been a blast to write about, even though I’m doing third person and not even my favorite first person perspective!
As the night descended, streetlights flickered on, and neon signs lit up on the myriad of bars that littered the city. Amidst all the mingling scents, of grease, oil, and rotten leaves, a crispness swept through, that sharp ozone that tingled the nose. Brenna wrinkled her nose when she caught the large hole in her undershirt, and post-haste, she buttoned up her flannel, rolling the charred edges of her sleeves.
“They’re going to form quite the opinion on us—you showing up the other day covered in mysterious and rather foul fluids, and now I’m freshly charred.”
“She glanced outside at the sky, filled with clouds and smog. All the pollution, all that hell—even the stars didn’t stand a chance.”
For Erik Anderson, Copenhagen Station was the beginning of a chain—the start of his route. These were stops he’d traveled for ages while the seasons cycled and the years faded to dust. He’d passed his time long ago, but final rest lay far off for him. Sell your soul to a death dealer, and you don’t get rewarded with a steak dinner. He’d struck the bargain, and he was serving his sentence; to collect a thousand souls.
This is an intense, darker story, and one I’m thrilled to share. Soul Collectors, forbidden love, and a gorgeous, lush adventure through the Copenhagen line!
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