“Silently as the people watched, the black hawk helicopter lifted into the air.” Kurt frowned. “Does that mean the helicopter is silent, or the people are silent? And shouldn’t ‘black hawk’ be hyphenated?” Sara sighed. Why had she ever gotten her degree in English? Why hadn’t she followed her mother’s advice and studied anything healthcare … Continue reading Black-Hawks and Bourbon
Claire woke with her heart pounding. She’d had the same, damn dream again, the one with a massive owl flying in a misty forest, and her stuck in a dress like a blueberry meringue. This was the third month of waking abruptly from that image; it was unnerving. She slipped out of bed, careful not to … Continue reading From the Forest
A piece from my NaNoWriMo novel. Clir pulled the heavy leather gauntlet further up her arm, cursing. "That bird isn't worth the wooden perch he roosts on!" Trainer Fugol raised her brow, but didn't comment. Clir glared at the young besra sitting on her forearm. "Why must I continue to work with these inferior birds? … Continue reading A vignette
More engaging than Hunger Games (but without all the child-killing), as magical as Harry Potter (without all the Harry)…what is it? O.K., O.K, I admit it. I’ve been a carnivorous plant, luring you in with my title and tag-line like an unsuspecting bug following the smell of something delicious—rotting meat. But my purpose isn’t quite … Continue reading Fame, Fortune, and Movie Rights!