The other day I became gripped by the holy Halloween spirit and decided to write a short, scary story. Just today, the story has been posted on Creepypasta. Take a look here. If you’re interested in creepy children, crazy cults, and mysterious creatures, take a look.
For those of you waiting on the sequel to my novel How Black is the Shadow, rest assured, it’s coming. The Ashborne Chronicles will continue with Follow the Light.
Without giving too much away, Kat’s quest will take her to the Southern Lands. Along the way, Kat makes new friends and even falls in love…just don’t get too attached. Meanwhile, war is brewing between Vindan and Norgrad, and a dark force rises in the east. Stay tuned.
Cold sheets crinkle
As I wake
On a blood
Dry winds pluck
In grey heaps
In the dirt.
My toes are numb.
Autumn is here.
A fragile fire flickers
In my breast, locked
Behind bars of pasty bone.
The cracked, red coals sputter
And the flames lick lower,
As they spit
Steam and smoke.
Montreal, which means “Royal Mountain,” gets its name from the beautiful mountain that shoots out of the center of the city. From the street level, you can look up and marvel at the tree-covered peak, but the best view is from the top.
To get up top, you need to climb. You can take several sets of stairs, which seem to go on and on. But it’s the quickest route. The other route leads around the mountain. It spirals up up up for ages. Of course, the long route is more beautiful. It leads you through the forest and along some streams. In the winter, you can ski on the spiral path, up or down.
Either way, it’s a lot of work. But when you’re on the top of the mountain. It’s worth it. The sky expands before you and from above, you can see the whole city. It is truly magical.
While the mrs. visited me from Britain, I decided to take her for a walk along Brooklyn Bridge Park and on the bridge itself. But the sun shone hard on our backs and the air was heavy and humid, so we had to stop for a cold treat. Emack & Bolio’s was a short walk away and we both had a hankering for some ice cream.
There are several great flavors, from classic vanilla to custom flavors such as heaven (vanilla ice cream with marshmallow and white chocolate chips). To hold your lovely iced treat, Emack & Bolio’s makes ice cream cones ringed with cereal or oreos.
Personally, I like my cones clean. No need for anything fancy. The ice cream speaks for itself. I got a scoop of grasshopper pie (creme de menthe with chocolate chips and oreos) and a scoop of mud pie (coffee ice cream with chocolate chips and oreos). Mmmm…perfection
The secret to good writing, like anything else, is practice. The more you do it, the better you become at it. You find your favorite words and develop new tricks. You create images no one has experienced before, and you refine them by creating them over and over again.
It’s not a question if you should write, but when you should write. The answer is anytime you can. The more you practice, the better you get, so you should always be practicing. That’s why every writer needs to carry a journal.
I know it feels silly. People look at you scribbling into your little moleskin and giggle. Are you writing a diary entry? You must be a childish fool. But who cares if you are? Whether you’re brainstorming for your next story or writing to your diary, practice is practice. If that bit of practice is all you need to become the next greatest writer, then screw them!
Besides, you never know when inspiration will strike. It’s easy to say you’ll remember an idea, but it’s hard to do. If you have a journal on you, then you don’t need to worry about remembering. Just write it down.
And I’ll let you in on a secret: if you take out a journal in a restaurant, your service will immediately improve. You may simply be writing a grocery list, but no one needs to know the truth. To the waiters you look like a food critic. Stare at them for a second, shake your head, and then jot something down in the journal. Now the pressure is on. They can’t look bad in front of the food critic. I guess the journal isn’t just a writer’s best friend, but also a diner’s best friend too.