Good day everyone!
I am just dropping a quick note to let everyone know that I have not, in any way, abandoned this blog. I have, however, been extremely neglectful and for that I do apologize. I am in kind of a writing rut and am trying really hard to pull myself out of it. I also have a bunch of art to share. Instead of sharing each one separately, I’m going to do a couple of posts with brief summaries.
I hope everyone is doing well. If anyone has any advice about how to get back inside a story, please let me know. Wendy posted an interview meme the other day that might get me motivated again. We shall see….
“Ezra? Ezra are you home?” Ivy’s voice cracked.
“Yeah, I’m here. Are you okay? Alex said you were sick.” Ezra was surprised to see Ivy’s name pop up on his phone—even more so when he heard her voice.
“It’s awful,” she replied.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “Is there anything I can do?” Continue reading
Tristan Varros had heard tales of the Dunmer wise women. They lived among the Ashlander clans, well into the reaches of Morrowind’s wilderness, far away from the larger cities and the Imperial strongholds. When he heard that House Hlaluu had their own wise woman who lived among the members of the Great House, he was not certain what to expect. As a member of the Imperial cult, they would be working closely, and he was inclined to wonder. His assumption was, however, that she would stand out among the Hlaluu nobles and the high ranking Imperial diplomats and officers he would be associating with. Continue reading
Oh goodness friends, I have an art back-up. I wanted to have creative text to go along with all of it, but I just don’t see how that’s possible. Anyway, over the next couple of days I’ll be posting mostly art with short descriptions. Following that, I have two chapters (one from the epic disaster, the other from Under the Purple Sky) in the works.
I hope everyone is doing well, staying warm (where applicable), and feeling creative.
Watch this space
“All right! Here we go!” Ollrod slammed his hands on the table, picked up the cards, and began to shuffle. “Who’s in?”
Vori raised her hand and turned down her wrist, finger pointing down toward the pile of coin. “If you’re gonna play with the big dogs.”
“I’m in.” Trygve brought his mug of ale over to the table and took a seat next to Vori, who grinned at him. Continue reading