by ima erthwitch
I rarely get inspiration for full stories all in one fell swoop. Most of the time I just get an idea for a scene. Sometimes it’s a scene for which there is no story yet. Yesterday as I gathered rose hips from the short bushes on one of the logging roads at Wild Ozark, a […]
After another too long interruption, I’m back to attempting a daily wordcount. Today so far I’ve added 263 words to chapter 10 of 2nd Hit. I did those this morning and now that I’ve got supper simmering I think I’ll go add a few more. I have lots of excuses for not writing regularly, but […]
This is just a brief post to let you know that I’m still working on the next book in my Bounty Hunter series. I don’t have many readers of this blog… well, actually, I’m not sure if I have ANY readers, lol. Anyway, I finished chapter 8 and sent it out to beta readers the […]
Usually I draw pictures of plants and other nature things. I’ve never tried my hand at drawing images from my imagination, but I wanted to do a “Rural Fantasy” series. So I needed to get over the need for realism and let more creativity flow to do it. Once the images began to take form […]
The burn crept higher, rising from her root. Her throat reddened. Savvy dinner guests would have noticed. Depending on the energetic pattern her gift took today, it would either give or take life. Heal or kill. So today was a taking day. Soon, she knew, the tremors would start. And once she crossed the threshold, […]
There was nothing. Not a sound or even a waggling leaf in a slight breeze. Barely two weeks ago, I’d spoken to her, right here in this spot. And now? Even the acorns refused to speak. Ordinarily they were the loudest of all the forest, but I could never tell if it were the […]
If I had given more thought to the matter, to the infrastructure of this … arrangement … I might have avoided my current predicament. The insidious creep disguised himself in the seductive beauty of light and form. Then began the slow displacing of my own welfare, exchanged for the needs of another. It seemed symbiotic initially. […]
I realize what I’m telling you is hard to believe. But it all came together last night, while I was closing the gate, telling the trees goodbye. Everything made perfect sense. Not that I like it, you know, but it fits. The land is sentient. It knows. It plans. It executes. That’s the scary part. […]
If you’ve read First Hunt, you might have noticed the part where Treya is tasked with gathering farkleberries. Are They Real? You might have wondered if such a berry is a real thing, or if I just made it up along with all the other made up things in that story. So there you have […]
The Choice “There can only be one … One what?” I asked. “One bond,” she said. Her voice and that of the creek were difficult to distinguish, but I heard her clearly all the same. The implications of what she meant seeped into and stilled my heart, leaving nothing but her words echoing in my […]