The Inspired Blog

It seems there are not enough hours in the day to feed my writing obsession the way it needs to be fed. Rest assured that progress is being made, though my other roles in life give me even less time to work. I am posting an update, however. I am on the final chapters of A Story For Ireland. I know it has been years, but I needed to adjust to my role as a mother. That was a pretty massive adjustment. Before motherhood, I was able to write a book in a year. I am back on the horse and ready to proceed, though, so I will FINALLY have A Story For Ireland out by the end of this year. I am also very excited about my new fantasy series, The Chronicles Of Arith.  I am currently posting it exclusively on Channillo, but it may also make an appearance on KDP. The short story,   Tania Of Acona , has become a book titled Assassin: The Chronicles Of Arith . I hope it is enjoyed by others as much as I enjoyed writing it. Here is the most recent excerpt and a link: They had reached the e...

I recently hit that most dreaded milestone of womankind.... thirty. Now that I'm officially 'grown', I find myself wondering what sort of standard for success I'm supposed to have met by now. I'm sure I am not the only person to ever wonder about this, but allow me to throw my small pebble into the proverbial ocean of opinions on reaching the official age of adulthood. What should you have accomplished by thirty that enables you to say you deserve the number? In my experience, society demands a good education, a career, a nice car, a mortgage, a successful marriage, a few kids, and a retirement plan. You need to be comfortable financially and cooly able to handle everything that comes in your path. Oh, if only everyone were able to attain the perfect ideal. Unfortunately, we are human beings. And human beings are messy.  Very, very messy. That's just life and that's okay. If no-one has ever told you that its okay if you aren't perfectly successful ...

Recognizing the screams from her nightmares, Tania tried to pull away. Desperately, she realized it was impossible as some iron force pushed her into the past.   Grass-hewn huts burst into flame as an incandescent toddler cries and runs toward twisted men in bloody armor. His small arms lift for comfort and help, but they slay him instead. Tania screams and tries to look away, crawling through mud under a stunning star-strewn sky. She is the only inhabitant of the village who does not glow in the dark, but her mother… she cannot leave her mother to these monsters. Thank you for your interest in Tania Of Acona! Please click  here  to follow me on Channillo. Happy Reading!

Thayne finished setting camp, and then turned to face her with hard eyes. She tensed as though to flee, but the rope was still holding her captive. The rough hemp gleamed with her blood, but her wrists were no longer injured. Whatever prayers he had recited were incredibly effective. “So, Hanaldi,” he began as he warily knelt in front of her, “are you ready to be civil?” Thank you for your interest! Follow my story  here  on Channillo for more! Happy Reading!