I am so excited to be part of this cover reveal for what is (I have no doubt) an amazing fantasy anthology! While writing the sequel to Fate of a Prince, I couldn’t get my act together enough to submit anything to this project, but I’m glad to be sharing the cover with the world.

First, the blurb.

The theme of this fantasy anthology is light in the darkness. This anthology offers bold, heartfelt stories that will leave the reader deep in thought and breathless from fast-paced action! If you enjoy stories about underdog heroes, or scary foes, this anthology will keep you reading past your bedtime! Releasing early 2022!

Now . . .

. . . the cover.






Well, not yet.





Gotta keep up the suspense, you know?






Isn’t it COOOOOOL!!! *squeals*

I cannot wait to read this thing. Happy cover reveal to Angela and Michaela!

An Apprentice Escapes BLOG TOUR (Author Interview)

I’m so excited to be helping out with the blog tour for Lillian Keith’s debut novel, An Apprentice Escapes.

Without further ado, take a look at the synopsis:

At least we still had each other…until they came.

Thirteen year old Lyla is on the run, simply because she and her mother had an underground apothecary’s practice—the last in the whole province. Now, with Mama in jail, Lyla must escape the Daviron city officials who are bent on catching her. Befriending a runaway street boy, Lyla sets out for the only refuge she knows: the forest. Yet danger lurks in every dark shadow, and seemingly friendly people could be enemies in disguise.

Will her mama’s final words be enough to guide her forward and lead her to the safety of the forest?  Or will Lyla be caught and sent away to an unknown fate?

Welcome to Lillian Keith’s debut middle-grade story, set in a fantasy 19th century-style universe.

Lily (as she prefers to be called), is a Christian homeschooled graduate who loves children’s literature.  Growing up, she read amazing, thought-provoking stories that nurtured her love of storytelling and sparked her imagination.  Now, she hopes to share her God-given gift to other kids and inspire them to dream up new adventures and look at the world from a new perspective.  You can find her entertaining kids on her blog (with her sister of course!)  Or you can connect with her on Pinterest where she’s starting up storyboards (and organizing all the random pins she’s saved.)

Now . . . for the interview!

  1. Thanks for joining me today! What was your first inspiration for this book?

Hi Hannah!  Thanks so much for having me on your blog; I feel so blessed to be here.

Okay, so it started in the spring of 2020.  I was taking an online writing class and had to come up with a 1k word children’s story.  I was trying a new technique of brainstorming called ‘clustering.’  It’s where you take one idea, or object, say, a ‘candle’.  You write it down and circle it; then you draw spokes outward to connect random thoughts that come to your mind when you think of the word ‘candle’ (or whatever idea you picked.)  I can’t remember what word I started with exactly, but I ended up with this mental picture of a girl all alone.  I remember hearing about real life stories where kids became separated from their parents (they became lost, or disaster struck, war came, etc.) and I wanted to explore the ‘what if’ of a girl whose mother was taken and now had to survive on her own (also, I developed a love for MG dystopian stories, so that played an influence on which genre this story would fall into.)

  1. Did you have a music playlist and/or Pinterest board you frequented during the writing?

Actually, I don’t listen to music while I write *haha*.  I like to be able to fully concentrate on my story.  As for a Pinterest board, I didn’t put one together until the story was done.  However, I did have a couple pictures of my main character (Lyla) and a favorite side character.  I would refer to those to get inspiration on who they were and what their personalities were like (and how they would clash *grins slyly*)

  1. What is your favorite thing about your main character?

I love Lyla’s loyalty and relationship with her mom.  I also admire her perseverance to hold to what she’s learned, even when circumstances or people challenge her worldview.

  1. Do you and your main character share any traits or likes/dislikes?

Hmm. I’d say that Lyla and I are both pretty quiet people. We both love our moms deeply. We also don’t like to see people suffer. However, I don’t have the stomach to be a medicine practitioner, so Lyla trumps me on that one!

  1. What was the biggest challenge for you when writing this book?

I’d say doubt and some unrealistic expectations (especially in the self-publishing arena) were my biggest challenges. While I was reworking An Apprentice Escapes, I had doubts that it was good enough to be published. It wasn’t until people I trusted most pushed me to face an important question: would I be okay with writing stories that were never read by anyone but me? Would I be happy to keep writing as a ‘side hobby’? Publishing was hard and something few people do. You really have to persevere to get published, whether it be the traditional or indie route. Yet, I had always wanted to hold my story in my hands and share it with people. I knew that I wanted my story to become a book. So, I took a big step toward reaching the goal of publishing a book, as scary as it was.

As for unrealistic expectations, well, I confess that I’m a perfectionist 2.0 *cough*. I had a vision for how this book would turn out and how I’d get it self-published. But then, there were a lot of obstacles to overcome (one, being the doubt I mentioned before). I learned that even if you did all your research on writing and publishing, there’s always going to be some unforeseen circumstance that changes your plans. So learning to be patient, and letting go of everything you want has been an important lesson for me. It’s okay if things don’t go exactly as planned. In fact, something better may come out of the unexpected.

  1. Do you have another book planned? *wink*

Haha…. Oh wait, you guys are serious?  Well, I am kicking around a few sequel ideas and talking with the characters to see if something will come up.  Unfortunately, my characters thought it’d be fun to take a vacation and haven’t gotten back to me yet *sighs*.  Oh well.  On the other hand, there is this MG novel that’s feeling rather neglected, so I’ve started revisiting it and working out the kinks in the plot.  We’ll see how this one goes. *fingers crossed*

  1. BONUS! Tell us one random humorous thing that happened while you were writing this book.

So, the middle of my story needed to be expanded and worked on.  And I needed to add some new characters.  One day while sitting at the desk, a character showed up at my door (I won’t spoil it and say who, but….) he insisted on being in the story.  I had planned on him being in a completely different book, but he insisted he belonged in this current one.  After going back and forth for quite some time, he won the argument and I finally gave him a spot in the story. (I can still see him grinning triumphantly. Side characters! *rolls eyes*)

Thanks a million, Lilian!

Check out the rest of the blog tour fun below!

Oct. 5th: The Pencil Sisters (Blog Tag)
Oct. 6th Hannah Gaudette (Author Interview)             
Emily Begren (Blog Tag)
Oct. 7th: Teen Writer’s Nook (Author Interview)
Oct. 8th Christine Smith Instagram (Spotlight)
Oct. 9th: The Pencil Sisters (Tag and Wrap-Up)

Never Have I Ever Tag – Writer Edition

Hailey recently tagged me for this terrific tag, which I’m so excited to do. Thanks, Hailey!

Graphic from Bree at The Long Voyage:


  • Link and thank the blogger who tagged you.
  • Include the graphic somewhere in the post (or make your own!)
  • Answer the questions truthfully and honestly.
  • Tag 3 bloggers.


. . . started a novel that I didn’t finish.

Umm . . . hasn’t everyone? I could fill a library with the number of books I’ve started and not finished.

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. . . written a story completely by hand.

Actually, I have. Short stories. And half of a book. (But we won’t talk about that one. *cough* Moving on.)

…changed tenses midway through a story.

In typos, probably, but not for a whole paragraph or anything like that. Though I have switched from third person to first and vice versa on multiple occasions. 🙄

…not researched anything before starting a story.

Research? What research? When do I ever do research? 😉 Seriously, I’m horrible at that. Don’t ever ask me to write a book about a crime mystery or a detective or anything like that.

…changed my protagonist’s name halfway through a draft.

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NOOOOO!!!! ‘Tis the worst sort of crime! Once my characters have names, the names stay. Period.

…written a story in a month or less.

YES! For NaNoWriMo several years ago.

…fallen asleep while writing


…corrected someone’s grammar IRL/online?

Yes. Yes, I have.

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…yelled in all caps at myself in the middle of my novel.

Um . . . no, I don’t think so. Maybe in my head, but not on paper.

…used “I’m writing” as an excuse.

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😉 I mean, why not?

…killed a character that was based on someone I know in real life.

Ha ha! Wish I could plead guilty, but I’m innocent. *considers carefully* *considers some more*

…used pop culture references in a story.

Maybe . . . once? Not actually sure on this one. Mostly I write fantasy so . . . *shrugs*

…written between the hours of 1 a.m. and 6 a.m.

Ah, the blissful morning hours when there is nothing to be done and it’s too dark to get up and the house is quiet and I can sit with my word processor and not even be disturbed by the dogs . . .

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…drank an entire pot of coffee while writing.

Ha ha – no.

…written down dreams to use in potential novels.

Like, only last week? Doesn’t happen often – at. all. But once in a great while, it does. I keep waiting for one of those dreams to turn into a published novel.

…published an unedited story on the internet/blog/Wattpad.

Yes – at least, fairly unedited.

…procrastinated homework because I wanted to write.

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Yes. *hides*

…typed so long that my wrists hurt.

Um, not that I can remember?

…spilled a drink on my laptop while writing.

Thankfully, no.

…forgotten to save my work/draft

All my stuff auto-saves, so also no.

…finished a novel.

Behold! Promised Land! (<Click da link.)

…laughed like an evil villain while writing a scene.

Ohhh . . . yessss . . .

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…cried while writing a scene.

No. I don’t even cry while watching emotional movies. *shrugs*

…created maps of my fictional worlds.

Just did this for the first time with Fate of a Prince. Had to keep directions straight somehow.

…researched something shady for a novel.

Define “shady.”

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Well, that’s a wrap! That was fun.

I tag:
Lily at The Pencil Sisters

Laura at Beautiful Things

Julia at Lit Aflame

To Save the Shire

WARNING: This post contains excessive Lord of the Rings content guaranteed to make your day better. 😉

If you’re like me, looking at the state of our world right now can be pretty overwhelming. And, unfortunately, it’s easy to become jaded and callous as a result. I don’t ever want to stop finding wonder and beauty in the world, and there are a few things that help me to focus on the good things.

Like, Lord of the Rings.

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I mean, come on, tell me that picture doesn’t bring just a little bit of light into your day.

Seriously, though, when Tolkien (and, to be fair, Peter Jackson) created the Shire, they created a place that is the epitome of peace. It is a land of “good, tilled earth” and “peace and quiet”. The people who live there are untroubled, for better or worse, by the conflicts of their world. They thrive on simplicity, a slower pace of life. They find contentment in this life and enjoyment in the little things.

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The Shire warms our hearts, because all of us, to one degree or another, desire something of what the Hobbits have.

But then, right along with Frodo and Sam, we are ripped away from the Shire, into the darkness that Evil would wrought over the whole world. The peace and contentment is gone, something Frodo is keenly aware of when he arrives in Rivendell and reunites with Bilbo.

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The story goes on, grows darker, until the final stage, when all is nearly lost and Frodo himself has, essentially, been lost to the quest and the burden of darkness he carries.

But all is not quite lost . . .

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We need Lord of the Rings to remind us . . .

“That there’s some good in this world . . . and it’s worth fighting for.”

We need LotR to tell us that even if the cost is high, we can save the Shire. We can fight for that beautiful life, that meaningful life. We can push back the forces of darkness and win – because, as soon as the light begins to shine, darkness cannot advance against it. Darkness is, after all, just the absence of light.

“The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King (2003) dir. Peter Jackson

Frodo paid for it with his life – but the Shire was saved. Middle-earth was saved. There was a king reigning again in Gondor. Sauron could never again return.

“The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King (2003) dir. Peter Jackson

The evil in the world is a temporary thing. The good – the light, that comes from God – is eternal. It will not only outlast the evil, it will vanquish it. And in the meantime, we will keep pushing forward, keep pushing back the dark, knowing we are fighting a war in which battles may be lost, but victory will ultimately be ours.

We need Lord of the Rings to remind us of this. Like so many other depictions of fantasy, it illustrates the entire span of the battle between good and evil, and reminds us of the finite nature of the darkness. We CAN keep fighting for a better day, a better time. A day may come when our courage fails, our strength wanes . . . BUT IT IS NOT THIS DAY.






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You’re welcome. Couldn’t help it. 😉

Go on striving for the good. Peace out. ❤

The Caption Contest – Winners and a Hiatus

This contest looked a little different with only a few entries, but I loved their creative work, nonetheless. Our picture was:

Tree, House, Magical, Mystical, Enchanted, Door, Window

And the flash fiction winner is . . .







Fairy house, small and meek
The size of a kiss on your cheek.
The wind whistles with their voices on the wind –
Can you hear it? Or is it imagined?
Little lights, tiny garden
Maybe even a fairy woman.
In a land far far away, stands a tree tall during the day.
Ordinary and simple, tall and bright.
But at night you will see
A little fairy village for you and me.

And the six-word story award goes to . . .








Unnoticed, small magic. Little, but big

Thanks and congrats to both of you. 😉

Now, there is no new challenge for this week. We’ll be taking a brief break before the next one. Stay tuned!


I wrote this short story for a contest recently, but ended up not being able to submit it. So instead, I’m letting you all read it! Remember: the Caption Contest is still open for entries.

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I laid the paper face down on Captain Brett’s desk and cleared my throat. The man looked up from the file he’d been reading and I dropped my gaze. I let my eyes study the cracked tile floor, the pine paneling on the walls, the old football trophy on the desk . . .  Anything but the captain’s face as he scanned my two-week’s notice.

The clock marked the seconds loudly as the agonizing moment passed. I tapped my thigh with drumming fingers, then caught myself and stuffed my hands into my pockets.

At last, he set down the paper, and I stared at the typed, double-spaced, 13-point font that made up my meticulous soul-baring, the explanation of my resignation. The stress, the danger of the job, the impact of my injury from several months ago.

My wife hadn’t understood why I was leaving the team, though I knew she’d be glad when I wasn’t putting myself in danger any longer. My brother really hadn’t understood. That conversation hadn’t ended well.

I didn’t imagine the inimitable Captain Brett would understand, either.

Talk, man. Please, just say something.

“Brandon, I wish you’d said something earlier.”

My brows hiked up as I looked at my boss. “Sir?”

“That incident was months ago. Why are you just coming forward now?”

I swallowed, cleared my throat. “I, uh . . . I thought I could forget about it. I thought I’d get over it.”

“PTSD isn’t usually like that.”

I winced, took a half-step forward. “No, it’s not . . . it’s not PTSD. It’s just the stress, you know?” I met the captain’s gaze. His weathered, roughly shaven face didn’t seem to harbor any softening toward my situation. “Amanda worries about me, has ever since I became a firefighter. You know, she’s two months pregnant. I’ll be a dad by Christmas.” I shrugged. “It’s a dangerous job, and that fire at the school . . . I could’ve died.” The memory of three long days in the hospital flashed in shades of white walls and red, bloody burns. “Like I said in the letter, it’s the stress.”

Captain Brett leaned back, causing his chair to squeak. His needling gaze didn’t leave me. “Have you spoken to anyone? Counseling, therapy, anything?”

“What- No. Why would I-”

“Does Amanda understand what you’re going through?”

“S-She knows I’m under a lot of stress right now.” I shuffled my feet on the floor, bit my lip.

“Soon as you get out of here, I want you to make an appointment with a good counselor.”

“With all due respect, I don’t need-”

“Brandon.” He leaned forward again, plunked his elbows down on the desk. “I know you don’t want to acknowledge this right now, but sooner or later, you’re going to need help. Maybe quitting this job is exactly what you need to do, but your post-traumatic stress needs to be managed, not ignored.”

My heart thrummed in my ears. I cleared my throat again. “Sir, I just need a different job. That’s all.”

The captain pursed his lips, went quiet again. I withdrew my hand from my pocket and resumed tapping my leg. “Brandon, I’m ordering you to give me an honest answer to this question. Are you okay?”

A snake curled insidiously in my stomach. My eyes bored holes in the floor.

“You can’t answer, because saying yes would be a lie.” Heat burned my face, but the captain’s voice turned thoughtful. “You’re a church-goer, aren’t you?”

“Yes, sir.” I cringed at the quiet way I said it.

“You practice your faith, yes?”

“Amanda and I both do, yes, sir.”

“So lying makes you uncomfortable. I mean, it’s right there in the Ten Commandments. I’m guessing you’ve rarely ever lied in your adult life, am I right?”

I swallowed. “N-No. I mean, no I haven’t.”

Captain Brett laughed lightly. “Son, do you know how many of us have lied when someone asks us if we’re okay? That’s got to be the most common lie people say. We don’t want to explain our situation. Maybe we don’t want to burden them or we’re in denial. But the sad thing is,” he went on quietly, “most of the time, when we decide to lie rather than tell someone how we’re feeling, we miss an opportunity to be helped.”

Helped. I hated how tempting that word sounded. I don’t need help.

“Let me tell you, son. You’re not alone, and what you’re feeling isn’t unique.”

At the earnestness in his voice – or, perhaps, in surprise that this was the most he’d ever spoken to me – I met his gaze again.

“You’re not the first firefighter to see something that he . . .” The captain shrugged one shoulder. “Can’t unsee.”

The school fire and the panicked screams of two hundred middle-grade kids pounded in my head.

“Only you can decide if you’re going to ask for help.” He stood up and came around to the front of his desk. Standing, he towered more than half a foot taller than me. “If you ever need to talk . . . about anything . . . call me.”

Ask for help. Why couldn’t I? Why couldn’t I admit I was still having nightmares, seeing those kids running from flames, feeling the fire on my skin after I’d taken off the bunker gear to protect a little boy? I’d wake up at night, hear a car horn, and think it was an alarm and our house was on fire. Amanda had been run ragged at times by this madness.

That’s right. Amanda thinks you’re crazy. Don’t go unloading it all on somebody else.

I breathed a long sigh. “Thank you, sir,” I muttered dutifully. “Appreciate your time.”

I felt his disappointment all the way out of the office.

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I gripped the kitchen counter with both hands, rocking back and forth on the balls of my feet. I stared hard at the shred of paper before me, the hastily scribbled phone number. You don’t need him. Nobody understands, anyway.

“I’m off.”

I started as Amanda breezed by the counter. “What?”

She spared me a glance with brows hunched low in confusion. “Going to work.” She picked up her purse and phone and opened the front door in the same graceful motion.  “If I’m not home by supper, there’s mac ‘n’ cheese in the fridge.” She closed the door on her last word.

I bowed my head, breathing hard, fast. She doesn’t understand, doesn’t care. No one does. What are you even living for?

A sob hitched in my throat, and I replaced it with an angry groan as I pushed away from the counter. I dragged my fingers through my hair. The piece of paper with the captain’s phone number stared at me behind my back, while his words echoed in my head. Only you can decide if you’re going to ask for help. 

I wanted . . . I needed . . .

You know there’s only one way out of the pain. You can’t live like this. Why bother trying?

I inhaled sharply at the turn the voice was taking. “Dear God, help me.”

Praying to God? Seriously?

I paced the kitchen floor, tried to distract myself with the ticking of the clock, the hum of the refrigerator. The noises were familiar, constant.

A car horn blared outside.


I blasted out of the house like the Millenium Falcon, screeched to a stop in the middle of the driveway. Blood roared in my ears, my heart trashed in my chest. But there was no emergency – no accident, no fire. The neighbor diligently watering his flowers across the street stared at me dumbly.

See? You’re broken. No one can fix you. No one can fix this.

I spun round, made a quick return to the house. Snatching the phone number with one hand, I dialed it with the other. The captain picked up after one ring. “Brandon? How you doing?”

“Sir, you said if I needed to talk . . . I could call you.”

“I’m right here, son.”

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Dedicated to first responders everywhere.

The Caption Contest Continues . . .

You guys absolutely killed me on the last Caption Contest. Why? Because there were so. many. good ones! Whew. It was so hard to choose.

In fact, I had to pick TWO winners from the six-word story category. (We didn’t have any flash fiction entries.) So congrats to both of the winners and, honestly, congrats to everyone who entered – they were just all so good.

Our picture for the contest was:

And the winners are . . .






Excavatia and Lily! Here are the winning entries:

Beautifully defiant. Hopeful and resolute. (Excavatia)

Ship crashed. Alone, stranded on Mars. (Lily)

Way to go, everyone! Let’s dive right into our next Caption Contest. Remember, six-word stories or flash fiction (fifty words or less), and no more than two entries per person.

Now for the next picture . . .








Tree, House, Magical, Mystical, Enchanted, Door, Window

Have fun with this beautiful scene! 🙂 Winners will be announced in two weeks.

How to Write Characters With Trauma

There is nothing I like more as a reader than finding a book that does a good job of portraying mental illness in fictional characters (looking at you, Blade of Secrets), but if you haven’t actually experienced the trauma or mental health challenge you’re writing about, it can be hard to do.

To help yourself with this, try starting with a list of questions.

What is it the character struggles with?
For this example, let’s say you have a college-aged female character struggling with past trauma.

How did it start?
Let’s say it was a terrible car wreck she was in. (For your own outlining purposes, go into more detail here. How, when, exactly what happened, etc.)

How does it affect them?
This is where the work really comes in if you haven’t experienced it. Do your research. If writing about PTSD, understand the symptoms. If a character is suicidal, understand what they feel and why. Realize that trauma affects people differently. Dig into the struggle you’re writing about and understand it as best you can. It WILL pay off in your writing.

How does it impact the story?
If the story is not about their trauma, how does the trauma impact the unfolding of events, character development, etc.? Do they struggle when meeting new people? Are they prone to anxiety attacks? Does the new character know about their trauma or will it come out later? Are they uncomfortable in crowds? Do they tend to resort to coping mechanisms such as risk-taking or extreme sports?

Ask these questions while you outline, and you’ll be off to a great start.

How does it make them feel?
This is two-fold. First, how does it make them feel about themselves and/or others? Second, what emotional or physical symptoms do they experience in a regular way? If you find yourself writing about a character going through an anxiety or panic attack, don’t stop with describing the physical feelings. I can say from experience that the process of losing touch with reality, grasping for something to ground you, desperately wanting – needing – to flee, is terrifying. You can’t rationalize anymore – the memory of the trauma takes over, hijacks your brain.

Look for accurate descriptions of the process of any kind of anxiety attack before you write it.

If you’re taking on the challenge of writing a character who has experienced trauma, thank you.There aren’t enough fictional novels that have this as part – but not all – of their story. I especially want to see more fantasy/sci-fi/dystopian novels with this thread . . . Guess I better write one, huh? 😅

Tell me about your current WIP! Do you include any of these elements, or do you think you will in a future project? Let’s chat!

Winners of the Caption Contest!

I am so excited to share with you guys the winners of our last Caption Contest!

The picture for the challenge was:

Everyone had such lovely entries – thank you to all the writers!

And the winner for the flash fiction entries is . . .

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Tara Belle!

Even if I cannot fly
I will spread my wings
And stand my ground
Silent no more
I will be heard
I cannot be defective
When I am with Him
Singing His word

Excellent piece, Tara, and thank you.

And the winner for the six-word stories entries is . . .

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She soars high, grasping for freedom.

Well done, Grace! This was a great Caption Contest and I’m super excited to announce our new one. Ready for the new picture?

Well, first, remember: Winners will be announced in TWO weeks. No more than two entries per person. Flash fiction must be 50 words or less.

Okay, okay. Ready?









Have fun! I can’t wait to see what you all come up with for this one.

I Want to do NaNoWriMo This Year . . . I Think.

It’s that time of year again. Harvesting corn, canning tomatoes, making applesauce (from the early apples) . . . In between training a new puppy, learning a new language, managing a blog . . . oh, and writing. I mean, I am a writer.

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In all seriousness, Fate of a Prince’s first draft is finished, but it’s going to be a bit before I can afford to get it edited. So in the meantime, I have a Top-Secret project to work on  🤫 (which I hope you’ll hear about some day) and some outlining to do for the sequel to Fate.

And then there’s September, in which my job as a tutor will be revived, and October, in which I leave behind the teen years for good (*bites nails*), and then . . . November. (If you know, you know.) November is also and more accurately 😉 known as National Novel Writing month. And a number of years ago (feels like a lifetime ago. #gettingold) I took part in NaNoWriMo, took up the gauntlet to write 50k words in a month . . . and won! That was a huge deal.

But, as happens often in the writing life, there was never another November that coincided with me writing a new draft of something. Until . . . possibly . . . now. I don’t know for sure yet, but I’d love to take up this challenge again. So, hopefully, I’ll be able to announce a NaNo project this year. 🙂

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So, while I go and get on with the Top-Secret project, tell me: are you doing NaNo this year? What else is going on in your life this summer (or winter . . . if you’re in the Southern Hemisphere)? Let’s chat!