In 2020, I wrote Lockdown, and last year, I started Isolation. The latter is almost finished, and I’ll post the last part(s) soon, but there’s going to be at least one more story for Billy to tell. Instead of posting it on this site, I’m going to publish the next one on Smashwords. It’ll be…
I don’t see the stars. Hyacinth and me hadn’t thought about me posting on this site, but when this topic came up, I told her I wanted to write this post, and not use a discussion format. Thankfully, WordPress allows multiple authors on every site, so it’s easy. While I don’t see the stars, I…
“Mateo.” “Hi. It’s Hyacinth Grey.” “Oh, hi. I didn’t expect to hear from you again so soon.” “I need your help.” “Is it about a case?” I’m at my desk, with a mug of Earl Grey that I’ve been neglecting for the last hour. It’s cold, but I won’t go refresh it until after this…
In spite of the title of this post, I’m not listening to the Simon and Garfunkle song, but to nothing. Michael loves classical music and instrumentals, but I don’t know exactly what he has on right now. As for me, I like older popular music from the ‘80s and ‘90s. Go ahead; call me an…
When I need solitude, I go to my writing room, which is fairly little and a bit drafty. A couple of years ago, I was inspired by writing community team spirit. We’re all working on books and most of the time, we’re pretty nice to each other. We all tend to learn from each other…
Lifting weights. Mwahahaha. Being able to write fiction. My imagination is strong. It can create worlds. Universes. People. All kinds of creatures. I can do anything I want with my imagination. I beliive that imagination is God within all of us. In other words, to love God and to love ourselves is inseparable. And by…
The writing prompt for today is a dream I remember. I have a recurring dream about forgetting my mask. I’ll be out some place, and suddenly realize I’m not wearing a mask. It’s not the scariest dream I’ve ever had, but it’s my least favorite because I keep having it and I’m very careful never…
My first novel, Wounded Bride, was published two years ago today! “Mateo.” A shudder ripples through me. It’s strange to be talking to the fictional detective that I’ve created. “Hi, um, it’s Hyacinth Grey.” There’s a pause. Is she going to hang up on me or will she meet me for an interview? “You’re Hyacinth…