He crossed the threshold and stepped into the marble tunnel. It had been dimly lit just a moment ago, but now everything was awash in an aura of blue. Small sparks of cerulean light descended from the curved ceiling like a fine rain, and as they floated before him, he saw that they were words.
Read about my in-progress novels Artists of the Body, Artists of the Blood, and Artists of Song and String.
Explore the portraits, paintings, and concept art I have created for the world of Nyarteme.
I finished splitting the first half of my current epic fantasy novel into its own story this weekend. It required some rewriting and rearranging, along with a new ending. I have now finished this novel twice. I will likely finish
Is it still procrastination if you do something productive with your time? Or is it just a poor choice? I’m not sure which I’d rather be accused of. I’m in the process of splitting my 225K manuscript into two manuscripts
An upright bass is a noble instrument. At nearly 6 feet tall, it is taller than many men – with an even deeper voice. I met one in December, and I fell in love. Somehow he fit in my small