01/19/2018

I thought I would post a bit about what I have planned for 2018. As most of you may know (or not), 2017 was a year of refocus for me. I chose to take the time to regroup and really build towards the experience I want to have as an author. What did that mean? It meant WRITING! And plotting, planning, researching, learning… all the things that come with honing a skill and bettering yourself. I also started painting again! Yes, I’ve mentioned it before, I love to create art. I may not be the

07/04/2017

The Sphinx Chapter One Standing atop the crown of the great green beauty gifted by France to the Americas, she stared down on the world, which had changed so much since the day she’d staged her death on the cliff outside of Thebes. Gone was the time that she had to run and hide, living in the shadows to avoid the attention of the gods. He was no longer a threat to her, having fallen with the others, and she could roam free again. Those stories, though they worked in her favor, told of her in

06/24/2017

A Letter from Syrinada.... I have no idea who will ever read this, but I hope that it is found. I hope that it helps you to understand… I never wanted any of this. Hell, I didn’t even know that this world existed. Everyone acts like I am either some great savior for people who barely want me to exist, or that I will destroy everything I touch. To be honest, with the way things are going, it feels much like the latter is the truth. Here I was thinking that my life was an average life. I went to

12/15/2016

The nerve of them! Here I am sitting at my desk, trying to be productive and they...have abandoned me. This isn't the first time, no. I know that it will not be the last. They do this often. They’re skittish, and in a very unsettling way, uncaring about my process. What do I have to do? I'm trying to tell their story. I am but a recorder of the insanity of their world. Yes, I admit I'm fascinated by them. I want to know more, I want to feel more, and I want to tell everyone! Perhaps they

07/07/2016

Her afro had chunks of gray flesh accompanied by a thick sticky grey substance, the blood of the alien beast she had just cut down. She caught a quick glimpse of herself, a reflection in a darkened window and smiled hungrily. Ranish had just taken out three Larken with no assistance from her team who were still in route and she had no intent of stopping. The war was underway. They'd gotten word in advance of the approaching vessels and were able to get most to safety. Ranish was a fighter,

06/01/2016

I am so excited to finally have taken the leap to create my own website.