Once upon a time in a land called Libraria...

I don't blog often. It's a fact, a sad fact, even.

So in lieu of writing on here (because, truth told, I prefer writing fiction) here are some links to my works in progress.



IF YOU LIKE....


Medieval Romance and strong female leads

Vampire lore shaken to the core (long version)

Vampire lore shaken to the core (short version)

Sci-Fi mixed in an "anti-fanfic" of Fifty Shades of Grey

Celtic Faerytale told my way

Oh NOES! HE'S GONNA DIE!!!1!

Being that I'm fostering a kitten that still requires milk, I had made up a batch of formula to keep in the fridge for frequent feedings. This is an important fact.


I'm in my room, working on my computer, when my 6 year old comes busting in, screeching in the highest octave she is capable of voicing, to inform me that her 8 year old brother had drank the kitten formula, thinking it was regular moo juice.

"He's brushing his teeth so the formula won't kill him."

"He thinks it'll kill him?"

"No, he doesn't want to be a cat."

This is India Ink

The Tale of India Ink

Early in the morning, I was taking the trash can down to the curb, being that it was garbage day. As soon as I exited the garage door, I noticed a wee little kitten, belly up. Its head was on one side of the backyard gate, the body on the otherside. Poor thing was too cold to move much, and shivered for well over an hour. Got a hold of a kitten bottle and replacement formula, fed the little black and white fluff ball.

She didn't meow all day, not until around 8 at night. By 11, she was purring.

India Ink, the newest member of the family.