Showing posts from December, 2013

The House of Andersvärd

Here are a couple of "trumps" I created for Alexander and Hanna of the House of Andersvärd. If you've ever read the Chronicles of Amber by Roger Zelazny, then you know where I got my inspiration.

I don't plan on incorporating trumps into the world ofÖvrigmark, at least not in the same fashion as Zelazny did, but I do like the idea of the royal family being depicted on tarot-like cards. I'm thinking the cards might be a sort of magical device whereby the holder can place a card on one of the maps like the children possess, and then ascertain their whereabouts. Kind of like a magical GPS of sorts.

This is the sort of thing I do when I should be writing :)

Okay, okay. I'll get back to writing now. Maybe just one more trump before I start...just kidding :)

A great story for a great cause

The Carpenter's Wife by Mysti Parker      Her screams jarred the peaceful night. A donkey brayed. From the rafters overhead, startled doves flew away in a burst of annoyed coos and wing beats. The young woman was no stranger to childbirth, having assisted her own mother on many such occasions in their village. But here they had no one to call upon for help. The thought occurred to her that she might die, that the stunning proclamation had been a dream, that their little family was no more important than any other.      Her husband knelt in front of her, holding her knees apart. He didn’t flinch at her cries, nor did he look her in the eye. Only a brief crease in his brow indicated any concern on his part.      She treasured that one gesture, listening to his monotone instructions, straining to hear the slightest hint of his love. “Push. Good. Now breathe.”      The contraction eased. She allowed her head to fall back on the rolled-up horse blanket he’d provided when the pains began. T…

Aspiring authors

I think most writers write because they have stories inside them that they just have to get out. I know that’s true for me, but most of us also, whether we admit it or not, desire to have our work read and appreciated by others. Personally I don’t have any grand illusions of fame and fortune as a result of my writing. In fact, I don’t suspect that I will make much of a blip in the expansive fiction landscape, but I do think I’ve managed to delight and enthrall at least a few readers, and for an author, that knowledge is enough. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not knocking fame and fortune, it’s just that I’m still, at least remotely, in touch with reality and have no plans to quit my day job.

I digress, however. My point is that there are undoubtedly quite a few talented authors all over the world who have either written or are currently writing a piece of work which I suspect many of us would enjoy. The problem is that we will most certainly never even know of their existence. That’s precise…