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Martyr’s Sneak Peek for Thorn’s Birthday!

December 8, 2014

Hey guys! Today you aren’t getting a Monday Muse. Instead, you get a sneak peek into Martyrs! That’s mostly because I was swamped this weekend getting final preparations in place for our coming baby, attending Christmas parties, and visiting friends from out of town and I TOTALLY forgot to do a Monday Muse. Conveniently, though, today is also the birthday of one of my favorite characters in the series! Sounds like a perfect excuse to get out of a Monday Muse by giving you a taste of the novel. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it! Cheers, –MC * * * But when he reached the bottom of the steps he paused. A man stood in the center of the room. Had he been there the whole time? Darius couldn’t remember. His shined, leather shoes glistened with blood. Darius recognized him. His suit. His stature. His steely gray eyes. The man from the market. A wide, wicked smile spread across his […]


Monday Muse: A tragic love story.

October 6, 2014

”A car accident shatters the protagonist’s life but at the same time brings a new love (paramedic, doctor, physical therapist, fellow member of a counseling group) nto it.” –1200 Creative Writing Prompts * * * Even after three years, that car crash was still tearing Darius’s life to shreds. Rain fell like bullets around him, hammering off the playground equipment above and around his head. He pulled his jacket–already several sizes too small for his awkward, lanky limbs. Dad had never bothered to buy him new clothes after the crash, like he hadn’t noticed his son had continued to grow even after his mother had died. Mostly, it was like he hadn’t noticed he still had a son at all. Not that it mattered much now. Darius wiped his runny nose on the back of his hand and sniffled. He convinced himself it was just the cold. After all, he wasn’t some little kid anymore. He was twelve–almost thirteen. He […]


Monday Muse: Who did it.

September 29, 2014

Someone is sitting on a park bench reading about a recent string of crimes. This person knows who did it. -1200 Creative Writing Prompts * * * The leaves had long since fallen off the trees in central park, and those leaves had been hidden months ago by a thick layer of white powder. Snow burdened the park, giving its barren trees and empty walkways a heavy, lonely feeling. Alan sat on a park bench just off the path from the chess boards with the paper folded on his lap in a neat, tight rectangle, and he simply stared at the spot where, just a month earlier, Donovan had died. Simon’s call that morning licked at the back of Alan’s mind until he couldn’t ignore it anymore. The message was only three words long, but those three words were bricks on Alan’s subconscious. “Read the paper.” He didn’t need to open it to know what he was going to find […]


Deleted scene from Martyrs: The Mirror.

August 14, 2014

Hey guys! Sorry for the late post–again. I’m super swamped with work and, you know, the whole being-pregnant thing, so I’m falling behind in getting them done before noon. Oh well, at least they’re still coming! A while back, I wrote about how sometimes we need to decide which scenes need to stay and which ones don’t really deserve a spot in the novel. You can read that blog here. Anyway, I decided to give you a peek into one of those very scenes from Martyrs. This scene was in the first rewrite and cut out of the second. Needless to say, now that I’ve written the story four times total, there’s absolutely no remnants of this scene at all. That’s for a few reasons: One, this scene makes Thorn seem way whinier than I want her to be. Thorn’s character changed significantly after this version, so it had to change. Two, this scene doesn’t really carry any importance to […]


First official sneak peek into Martyrs: Book Two.

July 20, 2014

Hey guys! Long story short, last night my husband and I were up until one in the morning playing Cards Against Humanity with a really fun crowd. We woke up late this morning and now we need to spend the day getting our backyard ready for our chickens to come home. Oh yeah. Remember my chickens? They’ve been living with my mother-in-law for a while, since she has a coop and we don’t. They outgrew the bucket we had them in and needed room to spread their little wings. Today, my husband and I are building the coop area up as well as shopping for much-needed chicken-protection (don’t want my babies getting eaten by wild skunks!). That being said, I don’t have a whole lot of time to write up a new blog post, so you get to enjoy a sneak peek at what I was working on yesterday–the first chapter of Martyrs: Book Two! Pieces of this text have […]

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