Julia R.

@Daeus *emerges from dark library blowing dust from her hair and wiping her hands* I’m sorry, I’ve been horribly remiss in keeping up with things.

I love ‘When fate seeks to destroy you, where can you turn?’ Like, really really love it. Lovely. Go for it.

*vanishes in piles of dusty scrolls again*

@anne-of-lothlorien Sure.

@ryanna Hi! Welcome and thrice welcome to the bestistest place on the internet! I trust you shall enjoy your time here, very muchly. 🙂

@kate-flournoy @his-instrument @graciegirl @hope @winter-rose Wanted to see if there were any last thoughts on this.

‘Ello, @Ryanna! I’m glad you could join us. I can see by your profile pic you like books. Yay! Books! *throws confetti* And you have a very pretty name, btw. 😀

Ok, that was a lot of cut-and-pasting. *wipes brow* I’ll tag some folks, and I’m going to miss some, so I apologize in advance to them.
@Christi-eaton @kate-flournoy @ethryndal @shannon @Emily @winter-rose @that_writer_girl_99 @graciegirl (Help, I’m running out of tags!) @catwing @CK4always And Hannah, I forgot your tag! I will have to get your…[Read more]

Ok, that was a lot of cut-and-pasting. *wipes brow* I’ll tag some folks, and I’m going to miss some, so I apologize in advance to them.
@Christi-eaton @kate-flournoy @ethryndal @shanon @Emily @winter-rose @that_writer_girl_99 @graciegirl (Help, I’m running out of tags!) @catwing @CK4always And Hannah, I forgot your tag! I will have to get your…[Read more]

Addy never left the hospital again.

Theresa stood in her attic, staring at the unfinished picture of Addy. When she closed her eyes, she could still see the inscription on the gravestone: ‘Adaline Lewis, 2009-2017. Rest in peace.” She was struck by the emptiness of her painting, like Addy was standing alone in a field of white. Suddenly, she…[Read more]

Theresa sat in her attic one pale winter’s evening. She was painting Addy, the way she imagined she’d be if she wasn’t sick. She painted her with bouncing blonde curls and freckled cheeks. Not the way she was now, with her hair that fell out more and more each day, and her hollow, sunken cheeks. The words ‘cancer,’ and ‘chemotherapy’ had been whis…[Read more]

studying the trap door in the ceiling. It took her a moment to realize what was so strange about it. Grandma didn’t have an attic.
Theresa smiled.
There was a cord hanging from it, but it was short and Theresa had to climb on a chair to reach it. But when she pulled it, and the stairs folded down, she knew she had found the attic a…[Read more]

studying the trap door in the ceiling. It took her a moment to realize what was so strange about it. Grandma didn’t have an attic.
Theresa smiled.
There was a cord hanging from it, but it was short and Theresa had to climb on a chair to reach it. But when she pulled it, and the stairs folded down, she knew she had found the attic a…[Read more]

“Theresa!” Mom’s voice came from downstairs. She sounded worried. “Theresa, where are you?”
“Mom, Mom!” Theresa ran down the attic stairs, more excited than she had ever been in her whole life. “Mom, guess what I found in the attic!” she cried as she ran into the living room.
Mom was holding Addy, the youngest sister, who had fallen asleep on…[Read more]

@jane-maree I’m editing an article.

@ryanna Welcome!

@emma-flournoy Here’s another option.

When your fate overwhelms you, where can you turn?

@warrioroftherealm I think it sounds fine, though it is a tiny bit rough. Fyi, I think the first two sound like high-action novels with warrior monks and lots of gut punching. The third one sounds more like a high fantasy to me. Something a little quieter, but that has really good world building. Like I said before though, the cover will affect…[Read more]

@warrioroftherealm One or three. I probably like three better, but I think it largely depends on what cover design you go with.

I’m so glad I was able to share something that was able to impact you all a little bit. <3