I’ve mentioned in past newsletters how my mother died when I was an infant. I was told stories about her and had lots of pictures of her, but until I entered my thirties, I didn’t think of her as a real person. Someone who once lived a life. She was always a ghost in the…
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Years ago we poured some concrete to extend the back of our carport. Our daughter was about five years old when she left this mark for us to find periodically as time went by. We did some cleaning today, and under the leaves of castoff years, her little hand print revealed itself and the memories…
Years ago when my daughter was a child, she imagined dinosaur spray, the kind a child can sssst into the air with hand waving, holding an imaginary spray can out, and making a sound reminiscent of snakes to ensure that no vicious Tyrannosaur could enter the bathroom while she was brushing her teeth. She sprayed…
Back in 2018, I decided to write romantic fantasy novels with dragons. I was already writing fantasy, but I enjoyed reading dragon fantasy. Why not write it? My husband has been more than supportive. He encouraged me when I had no ideas for the genre. We sat down and brainstormed three books together: The Dragon…
The reading order for the Solstice Dragon World series is a personal choice since they are standalone novels. But… there are options: Start with Book 1, The Dragon Question, and read to the last current book. (series order)Follow The Dragon Question story: Book 1 then Book 5.Follow Rasmuth’s story: Book 1 then 3 then 5…
This site is called BookDNA: Discover the Best Books. They asked if I would like to share my favorite books, and I jumped at the chance. What a great way to find books written with the ideas you most like to see in what you read! How does it know what the best books…
A Solstice Dragon World Version Rasmuth’s Night Before Christmas A Solstice Dragon World version ‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the land Not a creature was stirring, and not one demand; The rucksacks were hung by the cavern with flare, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there; The fledglings were nestled…
