This is the first story that I've written that will make up part of the collection titled "Where the Stars Used to Sing".
Well, it’s about time I post this, don’t you think! Here is the link to the first part of the more in-depth look at the Ruon magic system. Okay, so — the magic system of The Ruon Chronicles are set in needlework and weaving, with nith or magic woven or worked into a specific design.… Continue reading Worldbuilding the Ruon magic system, part 2
Well, here we are on day 1 of the 21-day lockdown of South Africa because of COVID-19. It is also the day of the first two deaths from this illness. For a few weeks now, the inevitable creep of the illness and then arrival of the illness in South Africa has featured prominently on the… Continue reading The COVID-19 Lockdown Chronicles — Day 1, 27 March 2020
In the world of Airtha-Eyrassa (the world in which The Ruon Chronicles takes place), magic and magical abilities are called Talent or Nith.
It’s almost the fifteenth of the month! And I am not even a quarter of the way through The Knowledge Stones. Oops. This happened mostly because I’m figuring out exactly what to put where in the first few chapters that is now completely new. I then also realised that I need to change one of… Continue reading NaNoWriMo 2019 Update and Other Stories!
The weeks have been absolutely flying by — along with all the deadlines that come with the last stretch of the year when you work in magazines. With the worst of the deadlines behind me now (I hope, because, wow, we were extremely busy), I realised about a week ago that NaNoWriMo is literally a… Continue reading NaNoWriMo 2019 News!
I stare at the tea menu. Darjeeling or Assam? Perhaps white tea. Green tea. Oolong? I go back to the Darjeeling, then smile at the waitress and order. At least, I hope it was a smile and not a grimace. It’s difficult to smile when your heart is lying crushed in a box on the… Continue reading Flash Fiction: A Cup of Tea
I wrote this one a few years ago, but I really want to return to this world for a short story… The Souls of Trees The buyers stared at the last of the acorns enclosed in the pen. Rising from each was a wispy, humanoid figure veiled in green light. They flickered as they danced… Continue reading Flash Fiction: The Souls of Trees
We sat on the bench outside the oncology ward. The sun was bright and the sky clear. Roses were blooming in the prayer garden. We laughed and talked as if we were carefree. You got up to go; left me behind with a hug goodbye. I waited until you were in your car before I… Continue reading Micro Fiction: We sat on the bench outside the oncology ward
Grandmother always told me that our light shop was a beacon that would one day lead all our loved ones back to us. The elderly and children were all who were left in the communities after the ships came and needed people to work for them. People left as their names were called one by… Continue reading Flash Fiction: Beacon