Finally! A motorcycle novel with a woman at the controls! Book 1 in the Steel Journeys series is finished and Book 2 is right on it’s heels! Here’s a bit about the series: Join Abby Steel on a series of breathtaking international adventures with Steel Journeys – an all-female motorcycle touring company where she calls all the shots. From huts to hotels, it’s never the same adventure twice. Book 1: The Road To Patagonia To
I don’t know about you, but I’ve got a monster commute. Rather than listening to the same songs play over and over again on the radio, I pass the time listening to podcasts and audio books. I’ve also recently purchased a set of Sony noise cancelling headphones that have literally changed my life and my workflow. Turns out I’m really sensitive to noise, and these babies have made my life on airplanes so much more
“Pilgrimage is a metaphor for any journey with the purpose of finding something that matters deeply to the traveler.” ~ Phil Cousineau I picked up a book during my travels in Nepal. This is nothing new. I am always buying books, especially when I travel. If something catches my eye, or my heart – it becomes a sort of verbal souvenir. I’ve also found that many times, local shops in foreign countries carry small press or
**Warning: This post contains references to poop and motorcycles! If either of these things make you nauseous, turn back now!** After eight days in country in Nepal, I flew to a small city northwest of Kathmandu. The beautiful city of Pokhara finally gave me a glimpse of the front range of the Himalayas, which had hidden themselves under smog the whole time I was in Kathmandu Valley. My hotel room was on the corner of
When pilots get together to tell their stories over whiskey, it tends to start with “So there I was…” Of course, their stories only have to be 10% true I’m going to tell you a story that is 100% true. I’m also going to ask for a pass from any old fighter pilots who might be reading this, mostly because I’ve got a glass of Jameson’s in my hand as I’m telling it (which tastes far better
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