Helping those who desire to self-publish.
Jemi’s Noble Quest “Oh, Kenziah, you worry too much.” Jemi looked eagerly about as she continued, “Smell the spices, and enjoy the colors before us. These are our people. This is our home village. Father is respected and honored here. We are descendants of Job, who was one of the wealthiest men of the SyrianContinue reading “Sneak Peek: Chapter One”
Editing is like cleaning dishes after you’ve made a gourmet meal. Or sewing the holes in your jeans, you know what generation I am from, instead of working on a new dress project. For me editing is the least favorite part of writing, although, marketing may take a close second. Some of the things writer’sContinue reading “Editing: Can or Can’t”
The day has come. I made the decision. My ten year old manuscript is going to finally take wings and launch! After a decade, I woke up one morning this past spring and made the decision to self-publish. Maybe it was the warm spring breeze or the fact the nation had been put in “isolationContinue reading “Book Journey: by Patrica Wolf”
Buds wait to burst forth,As ice kisses daffodilsRobins pass stiff wormsDried from noonday sun. We wait to burst forth,As isolation hugs our livesWhile robins fly freeAcross the noonday sky. Inspired by Psalm 104 and my granddaughter’s encouragement to write 😉.
As Winter Comes… September’s bustling chatter echoesm throughout the wood. The drone of slick-back crickets, whizzing of late cicadas, and jabbering of sly chipmunks; resound and ring in humid air. Hydrangea’s bow bulky, blushing heads and stately goldenrod glimmers attracting bustling bumblebees loading pollen for the making. Time trickles with all things. A babe isContinue reading “As Winter Comes”
I wonder of the light… Which peels back dark of night Of lurking shadow’s rights. What brings forth new day? What words will I need say? What steps will slip away? I assume secrets of night, Intrigues me with worldly rights. Yet, my soul yearns for the Light! “Thy Word is a lamp unto myContinue reading “My Path”
I sit still… Amidst hollow landscapes the air breaths spring tunes, as ancients from length of days. I sit still… Watching sun blushing early morn; day passes beneath the moon settles, as aged earth lingers and groans. “Then the moon shall be confounded, And the sun ashamed, when the Lord of host Shall reign inContinue reading “Mount Zion”
Before slice of dawn… after throaty bullfrogs croak and birds begin their shrill; there is a parcel of time in which no sounds emerge out in the inky darkness of night. Over shadowy country landscapes, under the veil of bright spring morn there settles an empty, hollow stillness. And some doze, as other stir: ‘boveContinue reading “Junes’ Song”
Wind howls like a wild wolf lost in a sea of terror…. howling, howling, howling Tears at tree top. Toppled them to cold ground littered with dead debris. Shakes the bough, bends the trunk, tumbles all across moist earth. Is such a night when restless sleep haunts watches of twilight till dawn. The soul unableContinue reading “Spring Storm”