Is May Looking Like Flowers?

Another month has passed. I did my Camp NaNoWriMo. No, I did not get the two hours every day like I wanted, but I definitely did more than 60 hours of work. So I’ve given myself that one. I did my best and I accomplished a lot.

Including this!

Both in paperback and as an ebook, I hope people will pick this one up. This story is a triumph of my improvements as an author, as a storyteller, as a person… a Writer. I actually feel it this time. It’s nice not to try to sell a book while being apologetic. I think my last book was good too, but this one gives me confidence.

Back to the Writing! I once again have too many ideas, so I should get to putting them down before I forget!

January is a strange word if you think about it too hard

The new year has arrived. If you want something new, check out my new little tab at the side. It’s called “books”. I wonder why that is the case?

If you’ve been here for any length of time, you know the answer. I wrote about it before. I published my first book! Alice Through Wonderland Organization. It has lovely art like this:

by ケLV
by the wonderful ケLV

…and many a word by me! Poems included. One might have been borrowed from Charles Dodgson, but I assure you the rest of them derived from my brain and you will be able to tell the difference. I don’t pretend to own any of the words which aren’t mine.

If you are interested in those things, I hope you will pick it up! And if you do, I hope you will let me know in one way or another what you think about it. I always accept a critique, but as of recently I’m getting better at accepting praise as well. I suppose I will see which I earn, if either!

For those who like what they have read here, I am actually chugging along with my next book as well. I hope to publish it this year. Soon I hope to have a better time line and maybe a little bit to tease next month.

Time to get on the wild ride! Updates here continue Tuesday, Wednesday and Friday, with poems on Saturday.

The Keeper (pt11)

The Keeper reluctantly let go of their pocket pets long enough to scramble up one of the ladders and grab a sheaf of papers, bound in ruby leather. They dropped it down into the young woman’s hands. She caught them, though the suddenness of it obviously startled her. “Thank you.”

“I thought you were going to be here sooner.” The Keeper almost sounded accusatory, but they might have been. The Keeper was very adamant that their time not be wasted, whether it was waiting for someone to show up or how they spent their time within the Keeper’s presence. Keeping the Keeper happy was each of our prerogatives.

Even if the Keeper’s prerogative should have been the same toward every person who entered this place, in case of coming across someone with a bad enough temper that they would take a perceived slight out on the entire Library.

The young woman’s lips turned down. “The Official was in the cooking section. I didn’t feel like being obvious about my escape.”

None of us liked talking about the Official, for good reason. The Keeper had never even met the woman. They never would, because the moment they did would mean the end of everything. The end of this library. The end of their father. The end of them.


With the sunset came the shadows that would destroy the world.

“Woah, woah, woah.” The shadow put up an appendage that could only be related to some sort of arm or hand. “What do you mean destroy the world?”

The child frowned, then looked over the text that they had been reading. “It’s just what it says here. That when the sun finally sets, the shadows will destroy the world.”

“That’s uncalled for!” the shadow huffed, wrapping itself around the child’s shoes. “Why would we do that? That’s not fair at all.”

“I didn’t say I believed it, I just said that’s what this book says.”

“Why do you have the book?”

The child decided that probably was a fair question. They dumped it to the ground. “Well, I don’t have to have it anymore.”

The child could tell that the shadow was much more pleased with that than it let on. “Let’s go find something a little less offensive to read, shall we?”