Sometime not long after NaNoWriMo in 2016, I began to question whether or not there was a place in the world for my blended genre style of work. I didn’t think I had a place to belong and it hurt. I didn’t want to write something else. I still don’t. I want to give voice to the stories and characters that roll around and echo in my head.
Three of Swords
The grandest hour of spring arrived with vigor. A vast sea shimmered on the horizon. Birds flew in the clear sky above the orchards. Flowers bloomed in the tall waving grass. Sunshine bathed the meadow as a breeze swept the hill. A procession hiked upon this hill. Tiny bells adorning their ankles rang out with each steady step. Festive wreaths and ribbons crowned their heads. Bright banners wavered in the air. Their solemn expressions faced their destination.