A Season For Querying

A while back, inspired by a comment a fellow writer made, I wrote a post about how there are seasons in writing. A season for editing, a season for publishing, a season for drafting, etc. Much as fields are left fallow and crops rotated, concentrating on one aspect at a time of the writing journeyContinue reading “A Season For Querying”

A Season For Writing

I’ve recently, after months spent editing and tweaking my vampire novel, started a new WIP. I felt a bit rusty at first, a bit unsure. I knew I could write books, but actually doing so, letting the story pull me along, was something I hadn’t done for a while. So I started slowly, trying notContinue reading “A Season For Writing”

#writephoto Arch – Through The Window

It’s Thursday, and time for another #writephoto prompt, courtesy of Sue Vincent. This week’s photo brought a character to mind, and here he is: He liked to watch the world change. Today it was snowy, the little tree purged of leaves by winter, the land beyond carpeted white. Some days he saw green grass andContinue reading “#writephoto Arch – Through The Window”

Beltaine Fire and Butterfly Dreams

Today is May Day, or Beltaine in the old calendar, the first day of summer and the festival that falls halfway between the Spring Equinox and Summer Solstice. The garden is green and humming, the blossom almost gone, the promise of Summer’s warmth just over the horizon. Last night I dreamed of a purple butterflyContinue reading “Beltaine Fire and Butterfly Dreams”

Reflections, Fireworks and a Zombie Prom Queen

I’ve been out and about these last few days, as half term winds down and the celebration season winds up. On Saturday I walked along a stretch of canal I hadn’t visited before – I love reflections, and the calm water made for some interesting shots. Yesterday was Devils Night, the precursor to Halloween, andContinue reading “Reflections, Fireworks and a Zombie Prom Queen”

The Turning Of The Season

Spring is here, at least according to the calendar, and with it the desire to wear something new, tired of the same old boots and puffa jacket, winter’s uniform of black and grey. It seems the earth feels the same way. Perhaps that’s why spring is so gorgeous, the world clothed in blossom and wildflowersContinue reading “The Turning Of The Season”