Publishing Haitus

Life is a whirlwind of seasons. For years I’ve been in a season where I could find balance in my work and my life as a mom, but for a while now I’ve been struggling to keep it all together, to juggle everything without dropping something.

It’s not working anymore.

I need to step away from the intensive work of editing and publishing so I can focus more on my family–especially my youngest, who is at my knee right now asking for another cheese stick and would I mind very much pretty please to play Tinker Bell with her when I’m done with my computer?

How can I say no? I can’t.

So here’s what that means: when she’s in school full time I’ll return to a publishing schedule. In the meantime, I’ll keep writing rough drafts and stashing them away. Hopefully I’ll have a nice little cluster of some decent stories to start sending into the world then, beginning with the final installment of the Shrilugh Saga.

You’ll still be able to find me here, and on FB and Twitter and all those places.:)

Here’s to savoring the moment,

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SECONDHAND BOOK REVIEW: The Afterlives of Trees

secondhandbookreview.jpgTITLE: The Afterlives of Trees

AUTHOR: Wyatt Townley

WHY I PICKED IT UP: I don’t read a lot of poetry. Truthfully, I don’t have the patience for it (#characterflaw). But if you’ve read my Shrilugh series, you know I have a fondness for trees, so the title caught my eye. Also, this is a local (a Kansas native) author, which piqued my interest. So into my cart it went. Thank you, Goodwill!

WHAT I LIKED ABOUT IT: Some of Ms. Townley’s poems are pure magic. The Oak Desk is one of them. The Elms is another. Centering the House is phenomenal. Really, truly, there are scores beautiful magical words between the pages of this book.

secondhandbookreviewuu.jpgWHAT I DIDN’T LIKE ABOUT IT: Not a thing. This was one of those books that I bought as a bit of a skeptic, and ended up falling in love with. It’s definitely one I’ll read again.

OVERALL RATING: Five stars

If you’d like to take a peek at THE AFTERLIVES OF TREES for yourself, click here.

As always, loads of love,

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UNEDITED LINES

FROM BOOK FOUR. ENJOY!

“Rein!”

Rein stopped this time, fairly certain he’d actually heard his name called—that he wasn’t just imagining it.

“Rein!”

There it was again. He turned and saw a lone figure running toward him from the direction of the Door. This Doorway had an ancient and dry feel to it—stone pillars seemingly on the verge of collapse, leaning precariously on each other. Rein had dared to touch them, half-expecting them to topple over from the pressure of his hand. But they were solid—much more solid that sight would have given them credit for.

The man shouted again. It can’t be. Rein prayed it wasn’t. But he could see now, as the man approached him, shouting, that it was. His voice was loud enough to raise the gods.

Rein sprinted to him, inwardly willing the man to hush, but to no avail. The shouting continued.

“Rein! Rein!”

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I hope your day is fantastic and lovely!

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p.s. Hush.