Thank you to everyone who has stuck around and waited for me to return. My life has been a topsy-turvy mess of change, and a lot of my time to devote to here and writing got flung out the window. But, my schedule has cleared, I’ve made the time for writing, and I’ve got some announcements.

Null book 2, officially named Void, is off to professional editing as of this week. I’m hoping to have it fully published before the end of this year.

While I can’t show you much of Void yet, I can share with you some of the Queen’s backstory. The first 2 chapters of Songs from the Wildlands, Siobhan will be posted under the Extras section of the website. Follow this link to start reading!

Here’s a taste to get you started.

This world was not meant to survive her. Or, more aptly, she was not meant to survive in this world. Like a delicate flower planted in the wrong soil, she was expected to fail. Her chances of flourishing were limited. No one expected her to thrive. But like a weed, she broke through the soil, set her roots, and dug in deep.
Siobhan would not be strangled by the earth. She refused to die when she was told it was better that she did. She clung to this life with both hands, burrowing in her fingers so hard that the loose soil was forced together and tethered to her.
She refused to live up to the expectation of her own demise.
It was a hard thing to do as a child, but Siobhan was never known to be a weak girl.
But, sometimes on nights like these, where she sat in her garden during a light rain, eyes shut and face to the sky, she could remember what she used to be.
She used to be soft.
She used to be sweet.
She used to be someone else.
Amongst these verdant greens and blossoming flowers, she could shut her eyes and let her mind drift. The war had ended some years ago, and her life was new now. It was not bad, but it was not what she would have expected nor wanted for herself.
As insects buzzed by her ears and the leaves shook with the breeze, she could remember who she was before she had to fight the world.
Before she had to break this City and make it something she could survive in.

songs from the wildlands, siobhan

As always, thank you for reading and for sticking with me. I hope this spring is good to everyone!