Tag Archives: Creative writing

Your Hands Only, Disaster Mail: #4

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Your Hands Only is a new weekly(ish) feature in which our author, by way of correspondence, will share authorial insights into her creative process as she attempts to finish this epic disaster. She will attempt to keep spoilers to a minimum but there will be some so proceed with caution. Readers are welcome to submit questions and letters to elspethaurilie@gmail.com. Queries may also be left in the comments. Continue reading

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Your Hands Only, Disaster Mail: #3

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Your Hands Only is a new weekly(ish) feature in which our author, by way of correspondence, will share authorial insights into her creative process as she attempts to finish this epic disaster. She will attempt to keep spoilers to a minimum but there will be some so proceed with caution. Readers are welcome to submit questions and letters to elspethaurilie@gmail.com. Queries may also be left in the comments. Continue reading

Your Hands Only, Disaster Mail: #2

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Your Hands Only is a new weekly(ish) feature in which our author, by way of correspondence, will share authorial insights into her creative process as she attempts to finish this epic disaster. She will attempt to  keep spoilers to a minimum but there will be some so proceed with caution. Readers are welcome to submit questions and letters to elspethaurilie@gmail.com. Queries may also be left in the comments. Continue reading

Reasons I’m not updating…

Or keeping up with writing challenges. Those challenges were fun, I must say, and the short bursts of writing were making it easier to get into a writing mood. The problem is that, instead of anything I should be working on right now,  I am feeling inspired to write the following: Continue reading

30 Day Writing Challenge: Day 8

The walk from Ilinalta’s Deep back to Riverwood was the worst yet. The fight in the dungeon had taken so much out of them. And after something only sort of vaguely resembling sleep on the bedrolls that had belonged to the necromancer’s they’d killed, they were determined to get back to the Sleeping Giant Inn, where Trygve promised they would stay for one full night. She knew he didn’t want to, that he would keep pushing himself, stealing only bits and pieces of sleep here and there. Continue reading