I Will Hold My Death Close by Stant Litore Available for pre-order on Amazon for your Kindle Circa 1120 BC - Israel - The story is based loosely on the events of Judges 11 where Jephthah (Yeptha) promises to sacrifice the first thing he sees upon his return home for victory over his enemies. The first … Continue reading Book Review: I Will Hold My Death Close
I spend a lot of time talking to myself. Day in Day out. I tell myself stories. Sometimes they are good stories. Other times they are just ways to the time and I don’t mourn them when I lose them to memory. Lately, I have been telling a lot of stories and they have making … Continue reading Talking to Myself
In just two short days, I will be stepping up to the mike and reading my poetry aloud to a group of people for the first time since college. Then, I was in a small circle and we were all sharing our poems and songs. It was small and close. Intimate and safe. Now, I … Continue reading Stepping Up (To the Mike)
Recently, I discovered that one of my favorite authors was ending a series that I have been reading for the better part of ten years. It saddens me, but I get it. She needs to me move on and it is time for us to let go Sookie Stackhouse and her fangy friends. Charlaine Harris's … Continue reading Letting Go..
So now that I have a good working draft of my novella, it is time to work on ideas for the cover, write a synopsis and all that good jazz. Part of the process includes promoting this page and other social media efforts. So here is my proposal. Once my facebook page gets to 150 likes, … Continue reading Now the Real Work Begins
When I wrote the ending for my novella last week, I rejoiced. I openly declared it finished. This is the longest writing project that I have brought to an ending. Moments later I realized that the ending was really just another beginning. Now, I have to run through the draft while I shop for editor … Continue reading Finished, Well Almost..
The challenges of finishing Blood Child, a horror novella, have been adding up over the last week as my writing sessions have become less and less productive. Still, I am not giving up and will un-bury the ending. It is in my mind I can see it, but the words are slow in coming. So … Continue reading Working Away
I left my poem at school because I wanted to play Not type my life away So my poem, my sweet little poem, the one about a dream the one I loved Stayed at school And I came home.
The curse of a super productive Saturday is a involuntarily lazy Sunday. I slept til noon today and then went back to bed an hour later til four. Sinuses are evil, but I don't think they are responsible for the excess sleepiness. It was the curse. The Saturday curse. It never fails when I have … Continue reading Accidential Sunday
Many moons ago, a young rosebud was born. And she grew and she blossomed. One day someone read her a book and then another and another. Eventually, she learned to read on her own and write. When she was in elementary school, she wrote her first poem. In high school, she started writing short stories. … Continue reading Project Birthday Blog