If I had a Boat

Monday, February 8, 2016


Sadie Larcen is more than content to lead a normal, introverted life with her loving family until her parents mysteriously disappear, and suddenly, nothing--not even the gnomes in her Aunt's garden--is what it seems. 
Ages ago I did a little interview with some random person named Heather Fitzgerald who wanted to be introduced to the blogging world. I was happy just to have some recognition on my blog! Little did I know just who I was dealing with. Little did I know that Heather Fitzgerald would become the author of THIS beauty!

WOW. What other word could possibly describe this book? It was fun, well-written, and had a warm, familiar feel that made me want to be twelve again. The Tethered World is just one of those books. One that stands out and works its way into a special place in your heart. It's not even a remotely plausible plot, and that's what makes it so endearing. It made you say, "Ok, I'm throwing reality to the wind, and I'm going to enjoy it!"
Basically, it's a true fantasy.
 It felt like a more classic, firmly established Goosebumps that had a run-in with the Pagemaster. 

 And Brock? What a precious character. 

Heather L. L. Fitzgerald did a stellar job with this brand new book of hers.
I mean, this was her first book to publish. Ever. And it's already a classic in my heart. Such wholesome, happy books are rare these days, and I couldn't help but smile through every page!

Keep an eye on this one, folks. It's going places. 

And for heaven's sake, go order it NOW! 

Monday, July 13, 2015

What Happened?

Hi, all! It really has been more than simply a "while" since I've done a real live, actual post, and I figured it was about time for me to explain a few things. Goodness knows I've missed being a part of the blogosphere!

You see, what happened was that I got a new job, and it's basically a dream come true! Aside from making up stories my whole life, I've been volunteering at a retirement community since I was eight-ish. Two years ago I got a job as a receptionist at this retirement home, and then, very suddenly, one of the activity directors had to retire. And she recommended that I take her place! God knew that this was the job for me, and suddenly...I had the position! So I started training and learning the ropes of how to actually be in activities, and oh my, what fun I'm having! (I mean, who gets paid to throw Phantom of the Opera parties and read books out loud and play balloon badminton??)

But in the midst of this fun new job, the poor little blog faded away to nothing in my memory...

Now, I'm bringing it back, because I've missed you all far too much!

On other news, Rachel Heffington, expert blogger, incredible author, and fellow Slipper Sister is actually coming to visit me in December! We're going to see Newsies, watch some incredible BBC miniseries, drink tea, go antiquing...the list goes on! I still can't believe we're actually going to meet. It's a bit surreal, actually.

Are you entering in this year's Five Magic Spindles competition? Care to share the genre or title?

And who's excited about Emma Clifton's new novella due to release this month? I had the chance to grab an influencer copy, and Emma certainly didn't disappoint! The full review will be up in a bit.

Then there's the annual Fan Fiction Contest over at Tales of Goldstone Wood, which is going to be loads of fun! And the prizes! Whew, I think the competition has been jacked up this year! Throw a personalized journal in as a prize and you've got a bunch of writerly Imps suddenly very vicious and feral...

I've also discovered a wonderful series that has become one of my very favorites. But more on that later.

Tell me, what have you been up to in my absence? Any adventures or stories you'd like to tell me about? Tell me all!

Ttfn 'till my next post! (which I swear won't be as long in coming as this one)


Monday, June 1, 2015

Five Magic Spindles Announcement!

It is simply thrilling to announce the third Rooglewood Press contest called....

I don't know how, but this is possibly even more beautiful than Five Enchanted Roses! Oh, how thrilling this new contest is! So tell me--who's got ideas? I'm thrilled to try my hand at retelling this fairy tale!

Tuesday, January 20, 2015

"So It Begins..."

"On the dawn of one spring morning, a cart rolled easily across the moss of the Whimswander Forest. The first rays of sunlight slipped through the fresh leaves of the wildwood, lending the forest the look of a chapel’s stained glass halls... "

You all know of my little mentions about the "main" story I've been working on which I named my blog after. I kept promising last year to share little snippets from it, but never did. This shouldn't be too terribly surprising to those of you who follow my blog. I'm horribly unfaithful.
(and though I haven't *officially* made any New Years Resolutions, I really am going to try and write more on my blog!)
But the reason I never shared any snippets was because I never got very far into To Find a Castle. I would write a few pages, then delete what I had just written, not keen at ALL on what I had just scribbled down. Really, the only things writing-wise that I completed last year was my Fan Fiction for Anne Elisabeth, and my FER submission. Good luck to all of you who participated in the contest, by the by!
But this is the new year, and I believe I've started off on the right foot. I'm figuring out my story. TFAC has been brewing in my imagination since I was about the age of twelve or thirteen. Back in those days, it was all about elves, and was called Greenton Castle. No...I really couldn't think of a better name for it. And when a story sits steeping in your imagination for so very long, such an impossible amount of IDEAS come spilling into your brain, you don't know how to sort them out! There are so many paths you can send your story down, but which is the best?
At last I hit upon what it was that has been stopping my story from flourishing.
I don't write epics--that's just something I don't do. It's not how I roll. The Moon Master's Ball was set in a quiet little village, and my FER story is set in a busy little town. I write about carts and manors and crackling fires.
Not epic battles. I leave epicness to the pros.
So I've set a simpler course for To Find a Castle. And it's coming along nicely, I think! Ufridias Billings (the confused frog) hasn't made his appearance yet, but I'll be certain to share a snippet of his first scene with you on the blog. He really is adorable!

I hope each of you are flourishing in your writing endeavors. I've been so excited to find out what sort of genius stories you're all writing for the new year!

Friday, January 16, 2015

DRAVEN'S LIGHT Cover Reveal!

With every one of Anne Elisabeth Stengl's cover reveals, I wind up repeating myself.
Draven's Light is no exception!


In the Darkness of the Pit

The Light Shines Brightest

Drums summon the chieftain’s powerful son to slay a man in cold blood and thereby earn his place among the warriors. But instead of glory, he earns the name Draven, “Coward.” When the men of his tribe march off to war, Draven remains behind with the women and his shame. Only fearless but crippled Ita values her brother’s honor.

The warriors return from battle victorious yet trailing a curse in their wake. One by one the strong and the weak of the tribe fall prey to an illness of supernatural power. The secret source of this evil can be found and destroyed by only the bravest heart.

But when the curse attacks the one Draven loves most, can this coward find the courage he needs to face the darkness?

Coming May 25, 2015



ANNE ELISABETH STENGL makes her home in North Carolina, where she lives with her husband, Rohan, a kindle of kitties, and one long-suffering dog. When she’s not writing, she enjoys Shakespeare, opera, and tea, and practices piano, painting, and pastry baking. She is the author of the critically-acclaimed Tales of Goldstone Wood. Her novel Starflower was awarded the 2013 Clive Staples Award, and her novels Heartless, Veiled Rose, and Dragonwitch have each been honored with a Christy Award.

To learn more about Anne Elisabeth Stengl and her books visit: www.AnneElisabethStengl.blogspot.com


Excerpt from
By Anne Elisabeth Stengl
(coming May 25, 2015)

He heard the drums in his dreams, distant but drawing ever nearer. He had heard them before and wondered if the time of his manhood had come. But with the approach of dawn, the drums always faded away and he woke to the world still a child. Still a boy.
But this night, the distant drums were louder, stronger. Somehow he knew they were not concocted of his sleeping fancy. No, even as he slept he knew these were real drums, and he recognized the beat: The beat of death. The beat of blood.
The beat of a man’s heart.
He woke with a start, his leg throbbing where it had just been kicked. It was not the sort of awakening he had longed for these last two years and more. He glared from his bed up into the face of his sister, who stood above him, balancing her weight on a stout forked branch tucked under her left shoulder.
“Ita,” the boy growled, “what are you doing here? Go back to the women’s hut!”
His sister made a face at him, but he saw, even by the moonlight streaming through cracks in the thatch above, that her eyes were very round and solemn. Only then did he notice that the drumbeats of his dream were indeed still booming deep in the woods beyond the village fires. He sat up then, his heart thudding its own thunderous pace.
“A prisoner,” Ita said, shifting her branch so that she might turn toward the door. “The drums speak of a prisoner. They’re bringing him even now.” She flashed a smile down at him, though it was so tense with anxiety it could hardly be counted a smile at all. “Gaho, your name!”
The boy was up and out of his bed in a moment, reaching for a tunic and belt. His sister hobbled back along the wall but did not leave, though he wished she would. He wished she would allow him these few moments before the drums arrived in the village. The drums that beat of one man’s death . . . and one man’s birth.
His name was Gaho. But by the coming of dawn, if the drums’ promise was true, he would be born again in blood and bear a new name.
Hands shaking with what he desperately hoped wasn’t fear, he tightened his belt and searched the room for his sickle blade. He saw the bone handle, white in the moonlight, protruding from beneath his bed pile, and swiftly took it up. The bronze gleamed dully, like the carnivorous tooth of an ancient beast.
A shudder ran through his sister’s body. Gaho, sensing her distress, turned to her. She grasped her supporting branch hard, and the smile was gone from her face. “Gaho,” she said, “will you do it?”
“I will,” said Gaho, his voice strong with mounting excitement.
But Ita reached out to him suddenly, catching his weapon hand just above the wrist. “I will lose you,” she said. “My brother . . . I will lose you!”
“You will not. You will lose only Gaho,” said the boy, shaking her off, gently, for she was not strong. Without another word, he ducked through the door of his small hut—one he had built for himself but a year before in anticipation of his coming manhood—and stood in the darkness of Rannul Village, eyes instinctively turning to the few campfires burning. The drums were very near now, and he could see the shadows of waking villagers moving about the fires, building up the flames in preparation for what must surely follow. He felt eyes he could not see turning to his hut, turning to him. He felt the question each pair of eyes asked in silent curiosity: Will it be tonight?
Tonight or no night.
Grasping the hilt of his weapon with both hands, Gaho strode to the dusty village center, which was beaten down into hard, packed earth from years of meetings and matches of strength held in this same spot. Tall pillars of aged wood ringed this circle, and women hastened to these, bearing torches which they fit into hollowed-out slots in each pillar. Soon the village center was bright as noonday, but with harsh red light appropriate for coming events.
Gaho stood in the center of that light, his heart ramming in his throat though his face was a stoic mask. All the waking village was gathered now, men, women, and children, standing just beyond the circle, watching him.
The drums came up from the river, pounding in time to the tramp of warriors’ feet. Then the warriors themselves were illuminated by the ringing torches, their faces anointed in blood, their heads helmed with bone and bronze, their shoulders covered in hides of bear, wolf, and boar. Ten men carried tight skin drums, beating them with their fists. They entered the center first, standing each beneath one of the ringing pillars. Other warriors followed them, filling in the gaps between.
Then the chieftain, mighty Gaher, appeared. He carried his heavy crescent ax in one hand, and Gaho saw that blood stained its edge—indeed, blood spattered the blade from tip to hilt and covered the whole of the chieftain’s fist. Gaher strode into the circle, and the boy saw more blood in his beard. But he also saw the bright, wolfish smile and knew for certain that his sister had been correct. The night of naming had come.
“My son,” said the chief, saluting Gaho with upraised weapon.
“My father,” said Gaho, raising his sickle blade in return.
“Are you ready this night to die and live again?” asked the chief. His voice carried through the shadows, and every one of the tribe heard it, and any and all listening beasts of forests and fields surrounding. “Are you ready this night for the spilling of blood that must flow before life may begin?”
Gaho drew a deep breath, putting all the strength of his spirit into his answer. “I am ready, Father.”
Gaher’s smile grew, the torchlight flashing red upon his sharpened canines. He turned then and motioned to the darkness beyond the torchlight.
The sacrifice was brought forward.

And don't forget to enter in the giveaway!


Sunday, December 21, 2014


It's not an unknown fact that one of the most popular novellas in Five Glass Slippers was A CINDER'S TALE by the ever amazing Stephanie Ricker. Her writing is so easy to read with enough sci-fi lingo to feel authentic, but not so much as to make your head spin. I was thrilled when I discovered that A Cinder's Tale was just the first in her short-story series, THE CENDRILLION CYCLE! And what's even more thrilling is that her newest novella, The Battle of Castle Nebula is officialy out!
Whovians and Trekkies, prepare to meet your newest fandom...

She has nothing left, not even her dreams. But Elsa Vogel still has her duty, and she will do it, no matter the peril, no matter the anguish in her heart as she leaves her ravaged home planet, perhaps never to return.

And the same tragedy that tore Elsa’s life to pieces also transformed the lives of others. Others who may need a reason to go on living, after the cataclysmic Battle of Castle Nebula…
I'm just thrilled beyond reason with this novella. Who wouldn't be? We get to reach into the past and watch as our beloved characters (Elsa, Karl, Bruno, and the rest) meet each other for the first time. And can I just mention that cover? Talk about epic!
I hope you'll pop on over to Amazon and purchase Stephanie Ricker's outstanding new creation!

Author Bio:
Stephanie Ricker is a writer, editor, and tree-climber. She adores the cold and the snow but lives in North Carolina anyway, where she enjoys archery, hiking, and exploring with friends.  
Stephanie’s first novella set in the Cendrillon universe, A Cinder’s Tale, was published in Five Glass Slippers, an anthology of Cinderella-themed stories. Stephanie’s fiction has also been published in Bull-Spec, a magazine of speculative fiction, and in four consecutive editions of The Lyricist, Campbell University’s annual literary magazine. Her senior thesis on Tolkien was published in the 2009 issue of Explorations: The Journal of Undergraduate Research and Creative Activity for the State of North Carolina.

Right. Now I'm off to read it myself!
  (And don't forget to enter in the giveaway!)

Saturday, December 20, 2014

Blogger Awards--The Winner!

Well, I'm so sorry to post so late, but my internet was down and then I was at work, unable to write blog posts. Thankfully, the net's up and running now, and I'm able to announce the winner before the day is done!

You voted on and chose the top three contestants for the Best Title category, making it quite difficult for me to choose a winner!

But the choice had to be made--from my own The Moon Master's Ball, to Rachel Heffington's intense, but comical mystery, Anon, Sir, Anon and finally Jennifer Freitag's enchanting Plenilune....

*drum roll*
*trumpets sound*

And the winner is......

Congrats to Jennifer Freitag and her spellbinding title!
Thank you to all who participated--and a special thanks goes to Allison and Hannah, the two creators of the Blogger Awards.
I'm already excited for next year's party. Are you? Who knows, your book just might end up being on the list of best titles next go 'round!
(if you'd like to participate in next year's Blogger Awards, contact Allison Ruvidich at aruvidich@gmail.com)