Using Leftovers — Research

Welcome back everyone. I’m happy to see you.

Today let’s discuss leftovers. How do you (or could you) use leftovers in any of your creative pursuits? Yes, it could be leftover food — and even better if you post a recipe about it! However, I mean leftovers in a much broader sense. Apply it to any craft or process or activity you choose.

Leftover Research — Blue John

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My editor brain often serves me leftovers — leftover research. There have been more than a couple of times when I get so intrigued by a research topic that it comes back, not yet finished with me. One was the mythology I found while researching The Dead of Winter. (You can find a few old posts about that epic nestled away in this blog.) Myths from ancient Wales had little part in that novel, if any. However the leftover research inspired some characters in Atonement, Tennessee as well as the work in progress, Atonement in Bloom.

Then there was the little feast author Lord David Prosser provided when he left the gemstone, Blue John as one of the “things” for the original Three Things Serial Story. Of course I had to Goggle the name, and as research topics sometimes do, it stuck with me. (You can read the first episode involving Blue John here.)

Years later when I began a steampunk story, The Delta Pearl, as my 2016 National Novel Writing Month project, I needed several character names that were gemstones. That time Blue John gave me more than a name — it created an entire character. He even got the area where the gemstone is found as his home, not to mention his accent. delta-pearl-cover-1

So today I thought I’d share a snippet that used this leftover research. I’m still working on the middle of The Delta Pearl, but here’s one the scene that includes Blue John, the First Mate of the Delta Pearl, and the heroine, Émeraude Perlezenn. It’s just a slice of life aboard the strange riverboat in this steampunk tale.

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The Mate looked positively frazzled as he rolled charts and tidied up the bridge. Onyx, the clockwork owl perched on a sexton, and hooted at me as I entered.

“Who-who?” the owl vocalized.

I knew that was the owl’s version of “Who goes there?” At one point, Captain Cecil Perlog fancied teaching the owl to talk like a pirate. Granted, the normal rules of nature did not apply to clockwork creatures. However, the Mate and I managed to convince him that human-like speech was more the province of parrots than owls.

“Oh really, Onyx. It is not as if you don’t know who I am,” I chided the unrepentant owl. jenna-coleman-as-emeraude

“Who-who?” the owl asked again, but I ignored him. “Blue, are you all right?” I asked the flustered Mate.

Blue John Boulton had been the first mate of the Delta Pearl for as long as I had been aboard the riverboat. Born in Derbyshire, he still had the particular English accent of that area. His dialect produced more than a few unexpected and often archaic sounding turns of phrase.

Though his eyes were the most magnificent shade of blue that was not how he came by the name Blue. His parents named him for a unique form of fluorite mined in their area — Blue John. However he was usually called the Mate, or simply Blue.

Blue was typically cool and composed, but seemingly random events could sometimes agitate him. Some might even say he was paranoid.

“You know how the Delta Pearl can get finicky about such things as borders and boundaries. I don’t know why it should matter to her… But I’ve seen it a time or two, when she reacts strongly to crossing a line of demarcation, like the borders between states. And that’s nothing compared to how she gets with time zones.”

It was not the first time I had seen him in a tizzy. “When will we reach the boundary for the state line?” I asked. steamboat-mississippi

“Right about dinnertime, all factors remaining constant,” the Mate told me.

“Well, there’s no need to run around like a chicken with its head cut off. There’s plenty of time. What can I do to help?” I asked with the sudden realization that the Mate probably took precautions of which I had been unaware.

“Is that another of your grandpa’s sayings? I love it when you talk like a southern belle,” he told me with a saucy wink, seeming more like the Blue John I knew rather than the frazzled mess that stood before me.

“Just make sure any artifacts,” he began but paused when he saw the perplexed expression on my face. “That’d be anything, any item, decoration, or furnishing onboard that you just knew was dodgy somehow. You know, anything that’s ever given you one of those strange feelings. Anyhow, make sure anything like that is properly secured.”

“You don’t truly think there is that much cause for alarm, do you?” I asked, trying to keep the incredulous expression off my face.

“Better safe than sorry, Émeraude. Better safe than sorry. That includes the clockwork creatures,” he replied. Edwardian man

Onyx gave a triple hoot of protest at Blue’s words. “Nen mate, now then old boy. I’m sorry about that,” the Mate told the owl. “It will only be for a short time,” he added consolingly before turning back to me. “Em, if you can possibly find Amethyst it would be best to store the spider somewhere safe and secure. I know she’s a hard one to find when she doesn’t want to be seen. So just give it a try.”

I turned to go, but Blue stopped me, his eyes wide. “Oh, and that portrait of the woman wearing the cameo like yours — make sure you cover it up! The whole thing, just hang a sheet over it, or anything you can get your hands on quick. That’d be the main thing right there. Cover that portrait. Thou art kind, Émeraude. I appreciate the help.”

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Nothing exciting… as I said, it’s more of a slice of life aboard the Delta Pearl. However, I hope you enjoyed visiting the mystical riverboat. Have a wonder-filled, hug-filled weekend.

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What to Wear?

Welcome everyone. I’m glad the weather does not usually effect our ability to have these virtual visits, but horse-feathers, it’s cold out there! Or at least it is cold for a lot of us. The question of what to wear is answered by “A coat!”

Life Magazine, October 1929

Have you guessed that I’m leading into another writing process post? Some people don’t like “descriptive writing” but I find some level of description helpful, whether I’m writing or reading. An occasional mention of a character’s clothing can help in several ways.

To me describing a garment is particularly helpful if the story is set in a different era, or an entirely different world.

I enjoyed Robert Jordan’s descriptions of the clothing of the various cultures he built in to the world of his “Wheel of Time” series. The garments helped define the nationalities. They also helped me keep up with the vast array of characters in that voluminous high fantasy series.

Also a quick mention of clothing can firm up the physical environment or climate. Your character might wear a tank top or a cozy sweater, sandals or fur-lined boots. Regardless of the garment it can help the reader feel your fictional world.

“What to wear?” can help develop a character’s personality. I don’t mean just the items of clothing you choose to dress them, but what they pull out of their closet and why. For instance, Ralda Lawton, the heroine in Atonement, Tennessee (© 2012) has a tendency to feel frumpy. Ralda’s “go to” at-home garment is a tattered sweat jacket. It also shows up in book-2, Atonement in Bloom, (currently in progress). Meanwhile her friend Bethany (© 2012) consistently wears black.

Also in “Bloom” a new character is easily identified when the townspeople discuss him — because of his bowler hat and suit. That’s not something one often sees in quaint Atonement, TN. Lew with hat

In writing a series, describing attire can serve as a reminder about aspects of a character. Bethany’s affection for hats is brought out in “Bloom.” I used the sequence to let you see the playful side of my Goth accountant.

The sound of a squishing footfall told me I was not alone. I didn’t have to look to know it was Bethany Gwen. Maybe it was logic, maybe it was intuition, but I knew it was her.

Bethany lived farther up the street in the opposite direction. She was an early riser, an accountant, and a Goth. She was a study in contrasts.

A vivid color caused me to look down instead of up when I turned toward her. Bright pink flame and swirl designs covered her shiny black galoshes. On each boot, amid the pink flames a scull rested atop crossed cutlasses. I shook my head. In all of Atonement, only my friend would wear such foot-gear.

“Those are great,” I said of the galoshes, giving her a lopsided smile.

As was her usual habit, nearly everything else she wore was black, including an antique top hat and the ruffled umbrella she carried. Bethany had tied a hot pink ribbon around the hat to match the boots. The black garb made the galoshes seem even brighter.

“You like?” she confirmed and stuck one foot out in a precarious way. “I couldn’t resist when I saw them online,” she said.

“Oh yes,” I said with a chuckle. “Hey, wait a minute, you’ve cut your hair,” I commented moving a step closer to be sure, since she wore a hat.

Bethany doffed her top hat and bowed. Then she stood and ruffled her new pixie cut. hats-vintage-magazine-red

As you see, that scene was not really about clothes. It lets you know about the character’s personality.

Do you have a favorite book that makes use of clothing descriptions? Or is there a character you enjoy who has a signature item of clothing? If so, then be sure to mention it in a comment here. You know I love hearing from you.

Mega hugs!

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Also known as “The Way You Wear Your Hat…”

Is Your Writing Beastly?

Dorothy Sebastian 1920’s

Today I thought a little “writing process” post would be fun. So I ask you… Is your writing beastly?

Don’t get defensive. I’m sure your words are beautiful. However, maybe it should be beastly. One way to animate your words is to well — animalize them. (No, that is not a word. Now it’s a “Teaganese” word.) I caution against over use of this animalized technique. However, it really can liven up your text.

In The Three Things Serial Story, if Pip (and her Roaring Twenties friends) thought someone or something was the height of excellence they might say it was “the bee’s knees” or “the cat’s pajamas.” However you can animalize your writing in more descriptive ways.

Here’s a bit from Atonement, Tennessee. Ralda and Bethany happen upon Cael and Gwydion in the middle of an argument. So the women pretend they didn’t overhear the men. They try to choose a tombstone for one of Bethany’s charcoal rubbings, which is intended to be a gift.

After a little looking around, Bethany and I were choosing between a floral carving and one of an angel. Cael was inordinately pleased by the choice of the angel, but Bethany became worried that Lacey might think it was too “graveyardy.”

When we went back to the design of a cluster of roses, I noticed that my florist friend looked rather self-satisfied. For a moment I thought Gwydion would stick his tongue out at Cael. I didn’t know just what the source of the testosterone filled undercurrent was, but they had practically gone from posturing lions to school boys.

Also, you’ve probably heard sentences like the following. He moved with feline grace. Her owlish eyes regarded me curiously. He was a nocturnal creature, thriving on late night forays. You get the idea.

My challenge to you is to animalize a sentence — leave it in a comment here. But remember, this is a G rated blog! (Sorry if I just took the fun out of it.)

Here’s a list to get you started. It doesn’t even begin to cover all the animal adjectives.

Avian	Hircine	Simian
Asinine	Icterine	Skunky
Bovine	Leonine	Slothful
Canine	Lupine	Snaky
Catlike	Murine	Tame
Crocodilian	Nocturnal	Tigrine
Delphine	Owlish	Ursine
Elephantine	Piggish	Vulpine
Feline	Ratty	Vulturine
Fishy	Reptilian	Weaseled
Foxy	Serpentine	Webbed
Goatish	Sheepish
Goosy	Shrewish

Have fun! May your 2017 be filled with mega hugs.

Happy New Year!

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Mini Series — The Senses — Hearing

Hearing, Sight, Smell, Taste, Touch

Traditionally those are the five senses. I thought it would be a fun change of pace to do a mini-series on The Senses.

In novel writing I try to involve all your (the reader’s) senses. Today I want all of us to begin building a story together. One by one, we’ll use all the senses. More about that in a minute…

That’s not all. I’m inviting all you bloggers to join this mini-series with me and post about the senses. If you’d be so kind, link back to my post.

Your blog doesn’t have to be about writing. My young friends at Faraday’s Candle participated with a science post.

Wait, there’s more! With each of these posts I’m asking you to please leave a comment with one or two words that my image-prompt for the featured sense brings to your mind. (Not the vintage ad here, but the train below.)

Now calm down; I’ll explain. At the end of the mini-series, I plan to use your “sense comments” to build a spontaneous story. So it’s important that you play along each week.

To begin this mini-series, I will select the sense of — hearing.

Part 1 — Hearing

All the senses can work together. Descriptions of sounds can help readers see your story. For example, here’s a snippet from Atonement, Tennessee. I’ve shared it before. I told this from Ralda Lawton’s point of view. She was in a position where she could not see what was happening, but she could hear. This happens early in the novel, before Ralda knows about any of the “supernaturals” in the town. She’s just moved, and her cat gets outside. Of course she follows the calico — to the cemetery.

I was sheltered by a big clump of tall bushes of some sort. I thought they might be mountain laurel. I could see the broad side of the mausoleum from there. Shadows lurched violently against the stone crypt. Big shadows. Reflexively I drew back into the concealing vegetation. Then I heard a loud avian-like screech and realized that the shadow shapes might have been wings. My heart hammered.The noise escalated. It definitely sounded like more than one creature was causing that ruckus. Then I heard the cat hiss.

I dropped the box of food I had brought to lure Lilith back, and ran toward the sounds; ready to use the flashlight as a club, and wishing I had something more effective. “Lilith!” I called. Oh, let’s face it — I screamed!

As I ran out form the concealing mountain laurel a gust of wind buffeted me. I tripped and fell on the uneven pavers of the path, just as the wind blew my hair, along with some dirt, into my eyes. I couldn’t see at all for a moment, but I heard a lot of heavy rustling, scraping, shifting sounds.

Every time I thought I had half way cleared my eyes, the wind blew something into them again. I struggled to my feet, desperately wiping my stinging eyes. I heard soft footsteps coming toward me.

Your Turn!

Now it’s your turn. Focus on the image below. Really look at it. Imagine yourself inside that image. Look at the locomotive, the weeds. Touch the surface of the metal. Sniff the air. Now, with only a couple of words, leave a comment and tell me what you hear.

What did you hear?

Open Invitation: If this inspired you to just write something or otherwise create anything according to the sense featured today, that’s even better! If you want, you can use the comments to leave a link to your story or blog post. Kindly link back to this post if you blog about what you wrote, cooked, painted, or photographed.

Thanks for visiting.

Mega hugs,

Teagan

Here’s a Teagan update — the “snow storm of historic proportions.” For those of you in other countries, or on the west coast USA, this news video (recorded Friday midday) shows the scope; just how big this storm is: https://gma.yahoo.com/everything-know-weekends-snow-storm-155411977–abc-news-topstories.html#

2:30PM Teagan Update — Here’s my COVERED front porch (covered as in roof that should have kept it from being covered by snow. That’s all my back could manage… At this rate I’ll be to the sidewalk in June. My car will be dug out next year.

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The Sleigh: Annie’s Inventory Notes — Features from Atonement, TN

Welcome back to Atonement, TN!
I hope everyone has had a wonder-filled week. I’m delighted that you’re spending a moment from the holiday weekend here.

1940-Dec Womans Day Sleigh Snow Sometimes I get a few posts prepared ahead of time (and that’s nice for me). However, that hasn’t been the case for awhile. Anyway, just as I was wondering what I could possibly do for this weekend’s post, I got a lovely holiday wish from the very talented Inese. So I went to her beautiful photography blog looking for inspiration. I found so many things to trigger my imagination that I couldn’t decide.

Then I remembered something about a joke Hugh had made about a sleigh ride in Atonement, and I had replied with a James Bond-like idea-joke. Well, one of Inese’s photos had a sleigh in it… But we don’t have to worry about how Mr. Bond likes his martinis. I don’t think it will play out like that. At least not this time.

If you’ll recall, I’m using these blog “features” to give you bits of lore, back-stories, and even secrets that might never appear in one of the novels. Inese’s sleigh photo inspired one such edition of “Annie’s Inventory Notes.” I hope you enjoy it. Also, here’s a link to the magical moment Inese captured with her camera.

Annie’s Inventory Notes — the Sleigh

1908-Jan Success mag Sleigh Couple Tiny white holiday lights reflected in the windows of Annie’s Antiques and Consignment Shop. Annie absently watched the lights. The twinkling reminded her of ice crystals, despite the unnaturally warm December. With thoughts of ice and snow she glanced toward the sleigh. It was another of the “secret” items on her ancient inventory list.

The sleigh was hidden in plain sight. She used it as a large display stand for various antiques. At that moment the sleigh held two bedside lamps and a collection of quilts. All the quilts were sewn over generations in Atonement, Tennessee.

Annie walked to the sleigh and caressed wood smoothed by centuries. Her tale of the sleigh was a favorite bedtime story of her sons when they were small. 1905 Horseman mag Sleigh horses couple

She told them of how it could glide over hill and dale with magical speed. Once the sleigh had been pulled by a team of magnificent matched horses. The shaggy white hair at their feet and their flowing white manes glowed in the night with the enchantment of the sleigh.

The sleigh could go places no other vehicle could reach. Any where. Any when.

When Annie told her boys the stories they always begged for more. Sometimes she gave them tales of amazing places where the sleigh had taken her and their aunt Adelle. Her sons giggled and gasped at the stories of their mother and her sister. There was one thing Annie did not tell her sons. The tales were true.

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Now that I’ve given you a wintry tidbit, I hope you’re in the mood for a lovely hot drink. My search of WordPress led me to this treat at blog called “Milliemirepoix,” so check out the intriguing recipes at this site.

Hot Milk, Honey & Nutmeg

Click the picture for the recipe

I hope you’ve enjoyed your visit to Atonement, TN. Leave a comment to say hello. I’ll look forward to seeing you again next time.

3 Bloom Things — Features from Atonement, TN

Welcome back everyone. Thanks for coming to Atonement, TN!

It’s great to see you again — I know it can be hard to find your way to a fictional town.

I’ve been delighted with everyone’s support of my “pantser” serial stories. As most of you know, those stories resulted from a writing exercise I created for myself long ago, and I turned the exercise into something to use on my blog. The serials are propelled by three things sent by readers. You can find links to them at the top of this page. I like to say they are pure pantser fun.

My Writing Process

I’ve used the same spontaneous method to “at least keep myself writing” on my novels. However, my books are planned (at least to a degree) so the spontaneous exercises aren’t always usable for the novels. It’s a “That’s Good, That’s Bad” sort of thing.

(My dad liked this skit, and the good-but-bad concept stuck with me throughout my life.)

Homer and Jethro – That’s Good, That’s Bad – 1960

However, I realized Three Things would be a good way to share something from my “Atonement Universe” — something that wasn’t another snippet from either book. With “Annie’s Inventory Notes” I told a “secret” part of the story that might not even be in the books. So I’m using Three Things in a similar way.

To get my “things” I went to the first three comments from last weekend’s blog. (Besides, you know I love to give a shout-out.) I’m taking one thing from the title of each of those blogs. Those commenters were from the following:

Writer Christoph Fischer

No Facilities (Dan Antion)

Author Mary J. McCoy-Dressel ~ ~ Contemporary Western Romance

As I write this introduction, I have no idea where this Three Things exercise will take me. Here goes…

Three Atonement, TN Things: Writer, Facilities, Western

The voice on the radio crackled as she drove through another area with little reception. The DJ counted down the top hits of 1974. Marge pushed her big glasses back on the bridge of her nose and hoped she wouldn’t lose this channel before hearing a favorite song. The glasses were very similar to a pair she’d seen in a picture of Elton John. She his flamboyance.

Elton John 1974, Madison Square Garden

You see, Marge Tipton wanted more than anything to be a wild child, a rebel, antiestablishment. However, the truth was she just didn’t know how. So she left her southeastern home and as her family put it, ran off out west. She stopped running just after she crossed the Texas state line. Marge lived there for ten years. Then the post cards started coming.

The writer of the cards was her brother, Tracey. She didn’t know why her brother moved to the strange sounding Tennessee town a year before. It sounded like he didn’t have much choice in the matter. With each post card Tracey’s state of mind seemed to get worse. He was not pleased with his life there, yet he refused to leave. In his last missive Tracey begged his sister to come to Atonement, Tennessee.

Marge was not happy about the situation. She rebelled against anything she felt she was “supposed” to do, and she knew that everyone would say she should help her brother, regardless of whether he deserved it or whether it ruined her own life. Marge had been perfectly satisfied in her western home. However, Marge had a sense of duty that was as strong as her wish to defy the establishment. So she got into her pickup truck, leaving Texas in her rearview mirror, and headed to Tennessee.

Chevrolet 1972, C10 Shortbed Stepside Pickup

The gas gauge in the truck steadily crept toward empty. Just as Marge was getting worried she spotted a sign for a gas station. At first she was relieved in more ways than one, but when she got closer, she saw the smaller sign below the oil company’s logo. “No facilities.” Marge grumbled to herself. Maybe, if she was real polite, they’d let her use the employee restroom.

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L.O.L.A. Lola’s

Okay… As you see, I ended up writing about a minor character who appears in both book-1 and book-2, Marge Tipton. Previously I hadn’t given a moment’s thought to the back-story for Marge. However, the spontaneous exercise led me to write about her relocation to Atonement, TN back in 1974. That’s good.

No, this snippet is not something I can use for “Atonement in Bloom.” That’s bad. Also I doubt that the part of Marge Tipton will grow as a result. Even so, as a writer I feel good to have a fuller sense of this character, minor though she may be.

Marge Tipton eventually opened “L.O.L.A. Lola’s Bar and Restaurant, the diner frequented by my characters. One of Bethany’s favorite menu items is the Cobb salad. So I searched the WordPress countryside for a recipe. That led me to Sherri at the Eden Market blog. Her photos are beautiful and I think you’ll enjoy visiting there. Click on her photo below for the recipe.

Cobb Salad

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What If — Features from Atonement, TN

What Would Happen If There Was a Character Like…

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Welcome back to Atonement, TN everyone. Come on out to play!

Are you ready for a little game? It doesn’t require a special arena, equipment, or athletic ability — and it doesn’t cost a cent.

How My Writing Process Begins a New Story

Have you ever played What If? Probably not, since that’s my own little speculative free-thinking game. If I heard something quirky in the news, or if I heard about some “breakthrough” that left everyone scratching their heads as to its usefulness, I liked to use it to start a conversation with a friend.

Meadow_frame I’d take the headline a step further and ask, “So what if…” this or that. The other person would throw out a potential next step, and we’d go on with the “what if” getting wilder and more imaginative as we went, although it would still trace back to the original headline or concept. I even did a post about it a couple of years ago. It created some fun conversations — some bubbles of what-if.

Ultimately, “what if” is how all of my stories start, from short story to epic fantasy. When I was ready to lay the groundwork to build book-2, Atonement in Bloom, I again read the Celtic/Welsh mythology that loosely inspired book-1. As I read about something the mythological Gwydion fab Don did for another personage in that myth, the image of a new character came into my mind. (If you want more of a clue than that, you’ll have to read the myth.) I’m talking about the same character you’ve read about in the 79 word story with Lilith the calico. Stone Planter Flowers Face

What if there was someone like the character that came to mind? The first what if bubbled into more questions. What sort of person would she be? Would she be bad, good, or just a sort of device to drive the new plot?

The chain of what if had begun! What if her presence effected the town? How? If she did have some sort of magical influence, who would be effected and who might be immune? Why? What would be the result of either?

As I progressively answered each of the questions that rose from my first “what if,” the character became real to me. Because of the what if, some existing characters from Atonement, Tennessee grew in depth — in good ways and in bad ways.
Cherry blossoms snow 2 The initial “what if” added two other new supernaturals to the cast of characters. The chain of what if also brought a character from the short story, An Atonement, Tennessee Valentine, and the short became tied securely to Atonement in Bloom. I sure wasn’t expecting that to happen!
Most importantly, early on that first what if led me to see the most significant what if of all…

What if, in the midst of a December snow — Atonement, Tennessee came into bloom?

Now, here’s one last what if… What if some flowers were edible? How would you serve them? Oh, but wait! Some flowers really are edible! Pay a visit to the delightful Sprinkle Bakes, a Baking and Desserts Blog. Follow the links to a recipe.

Spring Flower Lollipops

To those of you in the USA, I wish you a happy Thanksgiving. I know many of you will be cooking things much more delicious and complicated than a bit of candy.

Each and every one of you has my heartfelt gratitude for reading and following my little blog. I’m thankful for you.

And thanks again for visiting Atonement, TN. It was wonderful to see you. Come out to play What If by leaving a comment!

Mega hugs,

Teagan

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Tag Archives: Writing Process

Using Leftovers — Research

Leftover Research — Blue John

What to Wear?

Is Your Writing Beastly?

Happy New Year!

Mini Series — The Senses — Hearing

Hearing, Sight, Smell, Taste, Touch

Part 1 — Hearing

Your Turn!

The Sleigh: Annie’s Inventory Notes — Features from Atonement, TN

Annie’s Inventory Notes — the Sleigh

Hot Milk, Honey & Nutmeg

3 Bloom Things — Features from Atonement, TN

Three Atonement, TN Things: Writer, Facilities, Western

What If — Features from Atonement, TN

What Would Happen If There Was a Character Like…

How My Writing Process Begins a New Story

Spring Flower Lollipops