Camp is officially over and I’m glad to say that I hit the mark I was aiming for! It wasn’t easy writing every day because I was quite rusty from slacking off for so long, but I made it. And that’s what matters.


So my plan for the upcoming months is to work on an old draft I’d finished forever ago and hopefully get it ready for publication by the end of October… maybe early November. The work is called Plunge (though that is subject to change) and it’s a romance novel (of course). I’m currently working out the kinks of the plot and then I’ll be doing some extensive rewriting. I’ll definitely keep you guys updated on the progress of it. Wish me luck!

WIP Wednesday/Camp Nanowrimo Day 12

Rhea could barely contain the scream of frustration that was building up. The smiley face on the test confirmed her fears. She was pregnant.

She ran her fingers through her hair as she tossed the test, heaving a sigh. She really had no idea what she was going to do with this new knowledge. She already knew she would be bringing the child into this world, there was no question about that. She just couldn’t even fathom the thought of not doing so. First of all, it was deeply ingrained in her being that it was wrong. Rhea considered herself pro-choice, but it wasn’t for her.


The thought of having to break the news to that asshole didn’t sit quite well with her. She already knew how he was going to react. But for now, he was going to be put on the back burner because she really didn’t want to deal with his crap. Not today.

Camp Nanowrimo: Day 10

“Right. I’m so envious of Kat right now,” Rhea griped, laying her head down against the counter, fighting off the last dregs of sleep.

“It’s the pregnancy. It drains you of energy,” Zola informed her, taking a spatula and stacking the finished pastries on a plate.  “And calcium. Make sure you’re taking your vitamins every day now.”

Rhea narrowed her eyes on the dark skinned beauty she considered her best friend, huffing a sigh in defeat, “Please tell me you didn’t buy a pregnancy book?”

She hesitated for a moment, before responding with, “…I only borrowed it from the library.”


“What?” She feigned innocence, taking a seat across from Rhea, settling the stack of pastries in between them. “I’m going through this too, you know. I’d like to know of all the symptoms and how our little nugget is growing in there.”

Camp Nanowrimo: Day 9

So, I’m little bit at a standstill at the moment. I’ve run into some issues with my fantasy and the plot that have me completely side-eyeing it, so I’m going to put it onto the back burner at the moment and I’ve started working on a collaboration piece with Tesia. She and I are writing a series of novellas together, each writing about two characters.

My two are Zola and Rhea. The more she was writing for hers, the more inspired I became for mine, so I’m going to take a break from The Princess and the Dragon. I might work on it a bit, because the plotting is what’s throwing me off so at this time it’s secondary to my other work.

But I’m not going to give up on it. I’m so tired of not finishing things. I did get about 8500 words done so far for it, so there is that.


Camp Nanowrimo: Day 3

Well, so far things are going amazingly with Camp. I’ve met my goals the past three days with the assistance of my good friend, and fellow writer, Tes. As for the actual project I’m working on, I changed my mind last minute and decided to do something else. Here’s a sneak peak.

Once upon a time, Briar would have said something. She thought it was honestly disgusting that he considered people who had magic to be abominations. But nothing she ever said got through to him. In fact, the few times she voiced her disagreement, she had to sit through lengthy lectures as he tried to beat his xenophobia into her brain. But the seeds never took, even before she discovered her own magical heritage.

If anyone else is doing camp, I wish you the best. I know how hard it is. So good luck!

What I’m working on

“Love you babe,” Katriona hid the automatic flinch when he bent down and cooed at her growing belly. “And you too, little man.”

She swallowed and gave him a smile, ignoring the pounding in her ears and the adrenaline that was coursing through her veins, “We love you too.”

Just a little snippet of what I’m writing at the moment.

A Journey (still in progress) is complete and ready for publication, but I think I’m afraid to submit it. That’s probably why I’ve held off on getting it out there. Maybe after a few more days I’ll feel more comfortable, but we’ll see.

Just a little thank you

I’ve been getting a lot of writing done in part to my amazing friend, Tes. I sincerely doubt I’d have gotten back into the swing of things without her. We did a couple of timed writing sessions at her house today and it went pretty well for the both of us. Most of what I had written was dialogue but it’s better than nothing, right?

Just a little snippet of what I was working on today.

“I’m so stupid,” she griped mournfully into the pillow.

“Zo, you’re not stupid. He’s just a douche who doesn’t know a quality woman when he sees one.”

Tes and I are working on a series of short stories about fake relationships that turn into something more.

WIP Wednesday

Just a little something I’ve been working on lately. Check it out.


“I don’t know about this, Terrance.”

“Look, it’ll be fine. I don’t really care.” At the sheer callous tone, she bristled.  Really? He didn’t care that after five fucking years spent in a relationship that she was to the point that she was so unhappy that she suggested they should see other people. Wow. She just felt the love radiating off of him in droves.

What she really wanted to do was tell him to fuck off and move on with her life, but instead she went with, “… alright, I guess.”

They would still be together, but allowed to… date around. It wasn’t that she wanted to see someone else. She was happy… or she had been anyway. Lately though, not so much. He didn’t put in any effort anymore and it broke her heart to see him so moody and depressed, but nothing she did seemed to help. And she had no intentions of mentioning therapy again after he blew up on her the one time she brought it up.
“You know I love you, right?”

He shrugged, offering, “Mmmhmmm.”

“I just…” She bit her lip, “Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

“It’s not like you’re my soulmark, Talia. It’s fine.”  Tears sprung into her eyes as she found her hands fisting by her side. That uncaring, utter bastard has the audacity…

“Right. You’re right.” Pursing her lips, she stalked over to the door and picked up her discarded purse and jacket, “I’ll see you later.” She made sure to slam the door behind her. That unimaginable bastard. It took what little self-control she had not to slam it several more times for good measure.

She really couldn’t believe how little he cared for her. Sure, they weren’t a Fated Pair, but they were still in love! Or at least, they had been. He didn’t seem to care much for the past year and a half. Talia couldn’t be sure if this was because he was bored of her or he was depressed, but either way she was certain that if things didn’t change he’d drive her straight out the door.

She stubbornly brushed away the gathering tears that had begun stinging her eyes, glancing at the apartment door with longing as she waited for the elevator to arrive.

Come after me, Terrance. Please?

When the ping alerted her to the presence of the elevator, she gave one final glance to their shared apartment, the last glimmer of hope she so desperately held on to dying out. The tears started falling freely as the metal doors slid shut in the resounding silence.