Sadja’s (un)lucky Dice


I’ve had my first proper tabletop sessions. And. They. Were. A-mazing. There was enough excitement left in me that I couldn’t sleep after the first one ended, and had to wind down with some Elder Scrolls Online before I could tuck myself into bed.

Even if our dice are held by Beshaba, the Maid of Misfortune.  Who likes giving me natural 1s. Over and over and over again.


All of that giddy excitement over headbutting with a dice rolling bot can be blamed on Maverick-Werewolf, who is running a campaign in which I am allowed to let Sadja out to play again. This time, she’s a vertically challenged elven bard with a pair of clumsy feet. Yeah. It didn’t take long, and Sadja is already showing quirks unique to this particular iteration of her character- quirks I can’t wait to explore in more detail.

Aaaand because I have absolutely no self control, I’ll probably be writing about her adventures on here, since this blog needs a little bit of content. Got to use this virtual real estate for something. It’s been getting awfully dusty.   sneeze 

So, who is she?

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A vertically challenged elven bard who wouldn’t harm a fly, travels with a kobold named Blix, has a donkey named Three, and an old, worn pan flute she carries snugly secured to her hip.

She has an adventurous heart, though she isn’t particularity courageous, which stands a little in the way of how she’d love nothing more than to record tales of great heroes and their exciting exploits. For now, the journal she carries around everywhere has collected mostly figments, since she has yet to step from her comfort zone enough to find someone worth singing about.

Though that’s not me saying she’s a coward. Theoretically she might be. But she doesn’t have near enough sense to stay clear of trouble if trouble presents itself.

Oh, and she likes animals.

They’re her favourite, and she’ll fite* anyone who even just thinks about kicking a puppy.

Class: Bard (Duettist)
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Deity: Tymora
Familiar: Meep the rat
General attitude at the end of the second session: I need a drink.

*by throwing things at them, or kicking them in the shin, because she really isn’t any good with all that violence. 







The Motivation Question

All Night Writing

How does a writer find the time to write, or even the motivation to do so? On the longest, hardest days when my son has driven me to the brink of sanity and my chronic illnesses are fighting to see which one can make life more miserable, I wonder too. I wonder why I have chosen a hobby that requires me to sit for hours either typing up words on a computer or hunched over a notepad with pen in hand. But when I don’t write, even on days I can’t find the will to, I feel like something is missing. Writing is just something I have to do, even when I don’t want to.

To tell you the truth, I wasn’t even motivated to write this post. I have other posts in the works. A short story. Another emotions master list. A short collection of drabbles to put into…

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Book Review: The Botanist’s Castle

Goblins, ghosts and giant beanstalks! One small boy. Not enough chamomile tea…

The Botanist's Castle

Life for William Meriweather is pleasant but rather dull, until his father takes a job at the Botanist’s Castle.

Before long William is thrown headlong into adventure as the Venus man-traps develop a taste for kitchen-boys, the dryads take over the library and the breakfast toast is burnt to a crisp.

A magical children’s book in 102 pages. Available on Amazon. It’s imaginative. Uplifting. And makes you smile.

The Botanist’sCastle by Hesketh Tolson is both charming and sweet, and reminded me of the books I probably should have read as a child.  And it leaves me wondering: Just how much does the author love plants? 

William, the books protagonist, allows us to come along with him and his father, as they set out on a fantastic journey into a world of intricate magic and fascinating flora (and fauna), which ranges from beautiful, delicate, to down-right terrifying.

What stood out most to me was the effortless world building, and how I was given the opportunity to see William’s world through his young, unbiased eyes.  Right from the first page on, I was left wondering:  Is William’s father just pulling the boy’s leg?  Or is magic real?  And with undeniably fantastic style, I was let in on the world’s secrets, bit by bit.

Are there some editing errors?  Yeah, there are, but they are rare, and greatly outmatched by the otherwise evocative and easy to read style.

So, have a read.  I would definitely recommend this for anyone who wants to dive into something innocent, delightful, short, and smoothly paced. There’s little in there that didn’t make me smile, from the side characters we get to tour a certain castle with, to the resolution to problems William faces.

The Magic of Writing

Welcome to my amazing friend’s debut post on her writing blog.  @owlishments will be sharing with us what she’s experienced, past and present, during her long and rewarding writing journey.

Go on, have a read.  It’s well worth it.

Have faith, fellow writer.

All Night Writing

Writing is magic. It’s true. Think about it: Using varying combinations of twenty-six letters and a handful of punctuation marks, you can build an entire world. You can create brand new people for your readers to meet. You can make people feel love, hate, and everything between.

Pure magic.

But you don’t have to wait for your letter to Hogwarts to wield it. You don’t even need a wand—unless you want to pretend you pen is one, because it might as well be. The power to tell a story comes from inside you. It’s something we learn as small children playing games in the backyard, imagining that the trees are giants and the ants are our friends. With time, practice, and a drive to tell your story, you can learn to write.

It isn’t easy. Art never is. The words you write are an extension of yourself.  A piece of…

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Dying Light: Latchkey Hero

Season 3, #SaveHarran

. . . is outlined.  For the first time, I’m actually seeing the ending in front of me.  Not just by thinking about it, but by flipping through the notepad that I’ve had with me from the start, where Latchkey Hero’s first few words were written, and where I’ve plotted and outlined almost all of season two and three.


It’s falling apart, I admit, but with all the abuse it’s been getting I am not surprised.  And with abuse I mean waking up in the middle of the night, having an idea and figuring something out and dropping the thing three times before finding a pen.

But what delights me the most?  How absolutely perfectly it fit.


No one can tell me that this isn’t a sign.  That Kyle Crane’s and Zofia’s journey isn’t about to pause where it ought to, because they’ve done the unthinkable and been with me for two years of incredible joy and headache.  Mostly joy though.  And pride.  I am so proud of them.

Yeah, it was Latchkey’s two year birthday on the 14th of April.  🎊

Neat.  Right?

So.  What now?  Now I got to write everything that I’ve outlined, and get back to posting once I’ve caught up.  Which, I’ll be honest, feels a bit like I’m staring at the Mount Everest right now.  It’s all a little scary.

But we got this.  748 words and counting.

Latchkey Notepad


A Shielding Thing: Day 0

When I was twelve or so, I was neck deep in imagining a world that knew no boundaries, where one day little Taff would chop at the air with a lightsaber, and the other she’d battle fierce Xenomorphs.  Or why not both at once?  It was a world, where velociraptors were friendly, and horses had feathers, and dragons liked it when you rode the skies with them.

It was great.

But then life happened, innocence was lost, and while I grew up, so did the carefree and boundless world.  It changed.  Over. And. Over. Again.  Until the only thing that I could still recognize, was a single name in it:  Shielding. 

And for so long- for more than a century -I’ve doubted that I would ever be able to pluck that world from my head at all.  Because everyone says they’ll write a book one day, don’t they?  Well.  A lot of them, anyway, except then they never actually do.

Just look at Google’s opinion on the matter of:


Out of every 1,000 people that set out to write a book, only 30 actually finish. And if you then add on top of that the fact that only 20% of people who write a book actually publish it, this means only 6 people get published. [source]

Don’t quote me on that tho’ – it’s from 2012, and we’ve got self publishing really taking off now, which, hey- was mostly why I’ve finally decided that I’ve run out of excuses.  Because once you’ve put almost four novels worth of content out there, have finished three books, there’s really no more room to argue “But, I can’t.” 

Shielding Thing - A Valiant Remedy

Latchkey Hero, my Dying Light fan fiction, has made it into a solid third season, with two whole books finished.  Season two and three are good as original already, giving me an opportunity to practice building a plot from the bottom up.

A Valiant Remedy ended at 200k words, and… doesn’t suck.  Who’d have thought bringing A Shielding Thing together with Chris Redfield Resident Evil, would actually work?


Buckle up.

We are getting started.  And since I’m posting this there, I suppose I got to take responsibility for actually following through.

Part 1 of the first book has been outlined.  Sort of.