Little Tidbits.

Good evening~ I have little writing-related tidbits to share with you, my beloved fans. I recently submitted my Short Story “It Must be the Coffee” to http://www.storymagazine.org and to http://blog.submittable.com, which both are writing magazines. I am currently submitting this same Short Story in another relevant places.

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Also, I have a sequel in the works, currently–a Short Story sequel to my main Historical Romance novel “Fruit of Forbidden Love”. This story will pertain to the perspective, feelings, and thoughts of Isabella Keller, the head maid of Middleton Inn where Marietta Lockhart (my lead female character in my novel) ends up working for and, shortly thereafter, tends to the notorious, hot-tempered Banastre Tarleton of the Green Dragoons (or British Legion).

A Writer’s Thoughts.

From time-to-time, I find evening hours awaken my mind and open my vulnerable heart to thoughts and feelings that, for the most part, are well-hidden. These thoughts and feelings begin to emerge as if they had been hibernating for half a year. I am most awake only at night. There is something hidden within that time frame that is inspirational, calming, and liberating. I enjoy relinquishing my soul to the spontaneity of writing when half the world is asleep. Evening is the only time where I can think clearly, feel profoundly, and let fly my caged soul and my curious, imaginative mind through written words.

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“Words Unwritten” by Zpitts.

Tonight, I wonder of a writer’s life. I recollect conversations shared with many of my fans–conversations that pertain to a wide array of subjects such as inspiration, writing, finding one’s path… My words are not set in stone; my words are not the wisest in the world, no. But if my words can inspire fellow artists; if they can bring clarity to what is clouded; if I can propel someone to keep trudging forward in their dreams or passion for their art, despite the snares Life leaves behind, then I will have accomplished my heart’s unending wish to help others (in this case, to help fellow artists). I hope sharing my open thoughts helps in the discovery of inspiration or clarity in the realm of Arts that is, otherwise, murky and sometimes confusing and trying.

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“My One-Winged Savior” Update #1.

“This is where your fate is intricately intertwined. Your destiny lies here. It waits for you, Elisa Sapphire of Earth. This is where you begin your journey of discovery and finding truths. This is where you will find your mission.” – Minerva, Goddess of Gaia

Link: 01. Intertwined Fate.

(Note: I decided to rework my popular Sephiroth x OC Fan Fiction titled “My One-Winged Savior”. And I must say, it is drastically better, fresher, and matches precisely what my mind was imagining, unlike my original version. If you shared my story and provided a link, please update it with the new one~ Thank you and enjoy, my beloved fans!)

“Fruit of Forbidden Love” Update #5.

Summary: Marietta Lockhart loses all she holds dear to the American Revolution and to the notorious Banastre Tarleton, the leader of the British Green Dragoons. Through unintended meetings, both must choose which is priceless: duty, country, or a forbidden love.

…The whispers grew louder, more panicked. Marietta could pick out a few words: “war”, “not safe”, “fire”, “British”. Marietta’s heart began to race as she felt her body grow tense. What do they mean?

Read here: Chapter 05.

(Note: Latter half of this chapter is partially based on a historical event!)

“Fruit of Forbidden Love” Update #4.

Summary: Marietta Lockhart loses all she holds dear to the American Revolution and to the notorious Banastre Tarleton, the leader of the British Green Dragoons. Through unintended meetings, both must choose which is priceless: duty, country, or a forbidden love.

I was basked in warmth and light as I whirled across the dance floor and conversed merrily in the company of my good friends and sister. My heart was free, or so it seemed. There was a heavy feeling that pressed against my heart. My heart was worried. My heart was sad. – Marietta Lockhart; “Fruit of Forbidden Love”

Read here: Chapter 04.