Belts, Books, and Betas, Oh My!

A critique partner messaged me a couple of days ago. Great questions! Lots of things are happening, and I thought a quick update post was in order so those thinking I went *poof* is limited. And to start things off… 1. Belts What do belts have to do with authoring, you may ask. The answer is…

#BannedBooksWeek: Captain Underpants!

Originally posted on Eclectic Alli:
Today’s guest post comes from Allison Maruska (another fairly regular visitor over the years on this blog (particularly during some of my fiction projects!) Allison is an author of mystery, suspense, and YA novels. On her blog, she publishes short stories, bonus material to accompany her books, posts about writing…

Flash Fiction: Finish Line

This flash piece is partly inspired by this week’s prompt over at Carrot Ranch: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that shows true grit.  The background of the story follows the story. Enjoy! Finish Line I round the second curve for the eighth time. The first to finish crosses the line,…

Be A Beta Reader For My Upcoming Book!

As a follower of this blog, you get first shot at reading all my new material, including books months before their official release. All you have to do is volunteer to be a beta reader! And you guys, I’m so dang excited to share this book with you. Beta readers, like beta testers of new…

Flash Fiction: Lost

Lost I settle onto the flat boulder overlooking the valley. The verdant field and trees welcome the rare visitor, promising a breath of nature and a taste of old-world charm. A world that existed before technology ruled. The afternoon sun bathes it in warm light. “Daddy, what are you looking at?” Twisting around, I wave…

Flash Fiction: Sweet Jam

Sweet Jam I settle into my seat in front of the stage. In a moment, the performer will take his place, having promised an evening of musical magic. His exact words were, “I’ve been working on a sweet jam.” How could I pass that up? He steps onto the stage to uproarious applause. Propping himself…

Flash Fiction: Dust

Dust I sit on the porch, watching your dust settle. It was all a lie. A performance. Years of attention and validation that you required of me blow away, meaningless as the dust your truck tires kicked up. A little pushback, and I’m dead to you. You taught me a lesson. I’ve now eaten from the…