Birthright

Did you know that Willodean Ferris has a sister? I had no idea! The only reason why I found this out was she introduced me to her . . . I was in my kitchen making a cherry pie when someone knocked at my door. “Oh, now who is it? I swear, every time I start a project, someone either calls me or stops me from preparing my dinner.” This, of course, was said under my breath, because the door was right off my kitchen, and I had my window opened as well.  So, I wiped off my hands, and plastered a smile on my face. “Hey Charlese! I hope I didn’t disturb you!” You always do, but don’t let that stop you. I thought to myself, still smiling though! “No, no . . . you didn’t, come on in.” I held the door open for her and someone else that looked remotely similar to Willodean.  Could she be . . . no, Willodean would have said something to me about having a sister a long time ago. As we stood in the kitchen, it was becoming sort of awkward. No one was saying or introducing, so I

It was one of those hot days, the kind where you don’t want to do anything but lay around, and that’s what I did, only on a beach. I had on my white bikini with the red polka dots, which looked really good next to my tan, and I was wearing my Foster Grants. The beach was packed full of families, lovers walking hand in hand, and of course, those that love to play volleyball.  It was a great day to be had by all, until . . . “Well, look what the lake washed up. I was wondering what smelled so bad.” The voice was nasally, cringing on irksome. Lydia Hankshaw. I opened my eyes and got the shock of my life. Not only did Lydia have on a swimsuit, I’d say the swimsuit had Lydia. It was bright green, with netting that covered her cleavage, not by much though. It snug in places that couldn’t be snugged, which then jutted out other body parts. It was a mess no doubt about that. She also wore one of those beach hats, with the wide brim and rainbow sunglasses. Look out Tara Banks Ly

I have started writing the third and final book of my Birthright series, Kane.  It is about how Kane came to be in his short life as human.  His journey that brought him to Utica, in his need to find himself, start a new life and perhaps . . . marriage, but if any of you know, those of you who have read my first two books, knows what happens to him. I've re-written chapter 1 three times now.  My muse has finally came back from vacation, for I have written what I am to believe something quite thrilling so far.  As in my other books, where cliff hangers were at the end of every chapter, so too are they in Kane. I'm thinking this one won't be as long as the others, but who knows, it could be longer!  Either way, fans, I am writing the last book.  The sound of that sounds so depressing, "the last book".  I'm trying to figure out what my next book would be about, not sure yet, I do want it to be fantasy.  I had started a book many years ago, and never finishe

Being an artist/author, has its downs and ups.  I've been rather busy, trying to get my last and third book written, illustrating a children's book and lastly, designing book covers for a Indie Publishing Press. Now, I have written many things about what to look out for in the writing world, publishers, etc., but I have not written anything about the artistic aspect of the business.  It too, has its drawbacks. I recently was taken on with a Indie Publisher, one of who I will not name only because I have yet to hear back from them, which is why I left them in the first place . . . lack of communication. I don't know much about how the publishing press itself holds itself toward the creation of the book cover.  What I mean is, how much of an input do they really have in their book covers.  As it stands, I had always worked with the authors and not the people within the publishing press. Stands to reason wouldn't you think that the author would be the one you would wo