Yet another snippet from Notte! Unedited, messy, etc. Enjoy!
Horse’s instructions seemed simple: I was to find the city of Mercy; to locate the inn called Pearl’s Bottom; to rent a bed, yet not use it, and instead wait in the public room below for a week and a day.
This is my third Christmas without my mom (in case the title wasn’t clear enough), and it’s still pretty weird.
So this is a special Christmas. If there’s one thing this long, difficult year has taught me, treasure the time you have with your loved ones. Every moment really is special.
Bit of personal business here today, but it matters: This is the 14th anniversary of the accident that nearly killed my husband Duane.
Happy birthday, Sixelona! I refuse to apologize for this fourth-wall break, no matter how silly it is.
There came a funny moment today when I realized that Notte’s voice is very much like Tolkien’s. I don’t mean the world Tolkien created. I mean the actual man.
Good news! I’ve joined a writing club, and that means you get free stories.
“Borders Books Reflected” by Ruthanne Reid, on Flickr
The key difference between YA and MG is the scope of focus for the antagonist and protagonist.
“Bar Bao” by Ruthanne Reid, on Flickr