by casblomberg | Sep 21, 2014 | Book, Courage, Fantasy, fiction, Jakob's Journal, Reading, SFF, Writing
1st Day of Harvest Season, 342 Years After Mourning “Twin rowans guard the bend where the river turns east. Count off fourteen paces—nay, double that for your young legs—and you’ll find the overhang. If you don’t see it immediately, sweep away the vines. Sleep there....
by casblomberg | Sep 7, 2014 | Book, creativity, Fantasy, fiction, Jakob's Journal, Reading, SFF, Writing
48th Day of Ripening Season, 342 Years After Mourning Praise be upon the Seven Silver Crowns, she agreed! I was unsure. The girl’s fear is almost tangible. I can smell it each time she enters, too strong even for the damp rot to overpower. Whether she fears me, or the...
by casblomberg | Aug 30, 2014 | Book, Fantasy, fiction, Jakob's Journal, SFF, Writing
47th Day of Ripening Season, 342 years After Mourning The quill no longer trembles when I hold it, though I still cannot walk. A thick, sticky crust keeps my right eyelid shut, while the left eye focuses lazily on the darkness, wondering when the pain will end. It is...
by casblomberg | Aug 22, 2014 | Book, Fantasy, fiction, Jakob's Journal, Reading, SFF, Writing
46th Day of Ripening Season, 342 years After Mourning I have made a new friend, I think. Whether she is one of Imorgan’s or not, only time will tell. The newly ordained Cardinal, for I have no doubt that while she may have skipped the public ceremonies, the...
by casblomberg | Aug 12, 2014 | Blogging, Book, books, Business, Life, self-publishing, twitter
At the beginning of May I created a Twitter account. Within that first week I gained 12 followers (maybe it was 11). When the confetti settled, I had no idea how to get more. I decided to stroll around the neighborhood and introduce myself. A few clicks later and I...
by casblomberg | Aug 7, 2014 | Blogging, Book, Life, Reading
I shove Stieg Larsson’s book back on the shelf. I’m not really in the mood for such a dark read. That means Connie Willis and her Doomsday Book is out, too. Indecision wraps around me and the first touch of panic grips me. I start scanning the titles...
