• Motherhood: Mother and writer?

    I’ll never be the same writer I was just a few months ago. I’ll never get to sit and just write for a few hours. I’ll never get some quality time with a word document. I’ll never get to ignore the world while I type out my next great idea. I think I’ve come to terms with that. Even though my kid is still very young and very demanding, I have a feeling that, even as he grows older, I’ll still never get any peace. There will be pleas to play with him or take him somewhere. There will, one day, be sibling squabbles I’ll have to deal with. Then…

  • Roses

    Roses smelling sweet In the valley of the Sun Blooming in the Spring. These are the roses Of the bright sunshine valley Shining in the wind. Roses, roses, rose In the sunshine of the sun Roses, rose, rose, rose. Now it is nighttime The roses are all sleeping In the nighttime air. My child sleep like them In the calm valley of them In the nighttime breeze. In the morning light You may pick the roses bright In the morning sun. Roses, Roses, rose In the light of the moonlight Roses, rose, rose, rose. Now my morning child Bring back yellow-red roses From the valley rose Roses, roses, rose In…

  • Raven, Chapter 8-a

    The first time I met Teryk, I was terrified. But he turned out to be quite pleased with me. He took me under his wing and finished my training himself. I quickly became the best little thief in his following. -the writing on the cell wall Caidy came out of a deep sleep slowly, clenching her eyes closed, as she always did to block out the incoming sunlight. Her back was killing her and she wasn’t sure why. She turned over onto her side, wondering why her bed felt so weird. There were lumps and dips, so unlike her smooth, soft mattress. And the light was all wrong. It should…

  • Raven, Chapter 6-b

    He almost didn’t dare to look. Could Raven have delivered the seed of magic already? She had said two days’ time, but she always delivered early. Which was one reason why he didn’t mind having to pay so much for her service: one amount to the City Guard and another to her. Both nice sized lumps of coins and some of the new paper money the country was trying out. For Raven’s services it was always worth it. It was still early, nowhere near Caidy’s ten o’clock waking time. The girl did enjoy her sleep, but they did often spend evenings out at the theater or balls until the early…

  • A child of work

    I am a child of work And dust and grime. Through noise and pain I spin on. From early in the morning To late at night. From six in the morning To eight at night. I spin away the day And my life, hopes, and dreams. Never again to see the sun. Oh, how dreary life has become. Never a friend to talk to. Never a friendly wave or smile. Only harshness and beatings To greet me when I am late. I spin through the day Thinking only of The life I could have had. The dream that will never be. Dreams are dreams Hopes are hopes Spinning is spinning…