We sail into the village on a gentle wind, my mother and me. Not like Mary Poppins or that Vianne character from Chocolat. But not unlike them either. We’ve come to stay for a time before moving on. “How long … Continue reading →
Today stinks. That’s what Lucas thought, anyway, because most school days did. So why should today be any different? Nothing good happened unless it was here on the farm. He didn’t have to worry about his clothes or where his … Continue reading →
And why is it all over children’s literature…and oozing into some adult lit, too? I’d agree with you if you said that the word “magic” is overused almost to the point of meaninglessness. But don’t become jaded to magic. It’s … Continue reading →
Sneak a Peek into the Life of Author Susan Lynn Meyer! Have you ever wondered what the life of an author is like? Take a look at this Q&A session with award-winning author Susan Lynn Meyer. Susan is the author … Continue reading →
Ahhhh, Spring. Is this anyone else’s favorite time of year? The weather slowly leans toward lovely, like it’s just resting on your shoulder. The greens are greener, the pinks are pinker, the sky is fresh and blue. Everything seems sharp … Continue reading →
Planning/plotting/outlining these are methods some writers adopt before they begin to write. Other writers just go for it with nothing but a general idea in their head of what they want their story to be. Neither way is wrong. Whatever … Continue reading →
Zachary rested his chin on the tabletop and counted the seconds as he resisted the lure of jellybeans in the jar in front of him. “One-Dastardlygoody, two-Dastardlygoodies…twenty-Dastardlygoodies…eightynine-Dastardlygoodies…ninetyseven-Das—” With a groan, he grabbed the jar and jammed his hand in for … Continue reading →
An old house has a past, whether you know about it or not…and that past echoes through the halls and the walls, whether you hear it or you don’t…and the idea of being forgotten makes an old house cranky…people too. … Continue reading →
It’s short story time. This one is an origin story about a character in the middle grade novel I’m currently working on. I hope you enjoy it. On the fringes of a small village in Scotland, on the downward slope … Continue reading →
Plaude couldn’t be bothered unfolding her gossamer fairy wings. The heavy sky threatened rain. Of course, it did. “One shade darker today, as expected,” Plaude noted. She walked in her satin slippers, sinking into mud. “Ugh. I just don’t … Continue reading →
