This journal entry never made it into the finished manuscript for Letters From The Ledge: “There he is again – right on schedule. It must be a ritual or something. I don’t think he can see me, even with the glow of my light-up pen on the page. It’s strange to wonder what he must be thinking about up there… I mean, we see the same stars, right? Maybe not. Maybe my blue is his
I’m sharing the draft of this new 5 book paranormal / fantasy series with readers as I go. So far three parts are published. It’s free to read on any device on Wattpad. I have other stories posted there too, including the free serialization of award-winning Letters From The Ledge, which drops a new chapter every Friday!
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Interested in reading a little new writing? I’ve got a brand new 5 book fantasy series in the works called Tales of the Deep, and I’m posting it in serial installments on Wattpad – check it out and let me know what you think! Here’s the link, and the description follows: https://my.w.tt/UiNb/LCGGKycgXJ Ryden is a Dream Catcher – it started when she turned 16. Waking up in the middle of strange dreams, meeting
I’ve decided to post Letters From The Ledge on Wattpad for free – one new chapter every Friday so if you haven’t read it yet but have been wanting to, check it out! The first four chapters are already up! Wattpad is a site where readers and read and writers can post content – all for free! It has 65 MILLION users globally, so chances are you know someone who’s using it! I’ll also be
I have to admit. I laughed at this one. Out loud. And then I cried a little. On the inside. And then I smiled when I realized life is kinda like that. Anne Lamott talks about writing shitty first drafts in her book “Bird By Bird”. It’s one of the things that gives me the courage to keep writing. Not worrying that anyone will necessarily read that first bit of dribble, but rather just getting
It was bound to happen – a human can’t possibly move that many times in that many years and have that many major events and job changes and life transitions without, at some point, collapsing under the weight of it all. So, I’m not sure I should be surprised at the fact that my life began to crumble, slowly losing pieces of itself out from under me like a Jenga tower, waiting for that fateful