Nightmare Creepies

I have a lot of nightmares. I have had nightmares since childhood. I have an unusual disposition about nightmares though. I learned pretty early on that they would not stop, and so now I just let them in and examine the strange dream world my imagination lingers in as an artistic world. A world I welcome instead of fight. My nightmares often include strange creatures, part human but grotesque in their misshapen form. For instance, this one crept into my brain last night and ate a sandwich…


My novel… redone

I was taking a look at my novel, doing some editing and realized I have never truly liked my cover OR the title of my book. Thornwood was not very dynamic for a name. So, I had the cover redesigned and changed the name. Let me know what you think of the redesign…



Book Covers For Books I Have Not Finished Writing Yet

I have a lot of books I have started and put aside for a while, some close to finished but they need a lot of work so I have not shared them. I like doing covers for books fairly early on. It helps me set the tone of the book and keep it that way. Here are some of the covers for books you will see from me in the future:





fallen cover

running wild


Wanna read my book for free?

I am uploading many chapters very rapidly to Wattpad. Once they are all uploaded, I will leave the finished book on the site for just a day or two and then remove it so I can publish. It’s like a sneak preview for those that have been following from the beginning. Check out the book here:

Thornwood: A Novel Of A New World

My Book Cover

My book cover was designed by and I think she did a fantastic job with the cover. I might have the text at the top tweaked a bit to add “Book One” and so on, but otherwise, it is perfect. It suits my novel perfectly and I couldn’t be happier. I am looking forward to having her make the print version but I need to have my final manuscript ready for that. Let me know what you honestly think of the cover 🙂


I wrote a book!

I have not updated this art blog in a while because my attentions have been elsewhere, obsessing on writing a book. Well, I wrote a book. Now I am editing that book. It is a science fiction and fantasy (yes, both genres, mostly sic-fi but with a sprinkle of fantasy) book that takes place in a small English village called Thornwood. I have a blog dedicated to the process of writing the book as well as a writing journal. I am also on Wattpad.

You can see my writing blog here 

And my Wattpad is here

My Facebook page is here

I would greatly appreciate any likes, follows or support that you can give. Writing a book is a dream of mine and I am so close to the finish line, which will be life changing for me. I have wanted to be a writer my whole life and finally the elements are coming together. The confidence is raw and the fear of putting myself out there is almost crippling. Any support helps to get past that.

I follow back and like back, as I appreciate every one.

Thank you so much!

book with butterflies



I tend to see things differently when looking at a printed page than I do when looking at a computer screen. I edit better by hand, in handwriting, on the printed page. There is also something wonderfully satisfying about printing out finished pages and holding something tangible in my hands. I printed my manuscript today and it ate up two brand new ink cartridges, spilling 403 pages out in beautiful inky glory. I’ve written short stories and published quite a few, but I have never had the sublime pleasure of holding a thick block of manuscript, heavy and substantial in my hands. It is all consuming for a day. I suppose the excitement will fade in a day – maybe two, but right now everything is MY BOOK. I have a glossy black manuscript folder and it is filled solid. Today, everything is-

I’m in an elevator WITH MY BOOK.

I’m drinking coffee WITH MY BOOK.

I’m carrying MY BOOK everywhere.

I am obnoxious. I just want to hold it all the time. Of course, this newfound ego won’t last. I am painfully aware of the book’s weaknesses and once I start editing, this high will crash into the ground like a fucking dart, but for now, MY BOOK.

Writing by the seat of my pants…

I used to cringe over writing a book even though it is my passion and something I feel I need to do in life. The idea of tackling it made me nauseous. Two weeks ago, I suddenly put digital pen to paper and words started forming, flying out like wicked screeching monkeys. I don’t know what inspired this bout of creative outpouring but I am now 37,000 words in (in two weeks!) and about 135 pages along. The story is just… happening. I am posting it as I write on my other blog and I admit fully that it is a rough, extremely rough draft. It is alpha or pre-alpha, but it is mine and I love it and I don’t care if it isn’t all that because it is in fact, a bag of chips.