Now that I have had a little time to get past the mad 2021 publishing rush and the holidays, I have started thinking about the exciting projects Indie Blu(e) Publishings has lined up for the new year. Every publishing journey starts with a manuscript and creating the first draft of a poetry/prose collection can feel … Continue reading Christine’s Tried and True Process for Creating a Poetry/Prose Manuscript
It is the mission of Go Dog Go Café to provide a warm, inviting, and inspiring gathering space in order to build a healthy and supportive writing community. We are committed to providing the Go Dog Go Community with a mix of weekly and special features that explore the writing life and writing from a … Continue reading Now Recruiting: Baristas for the Go Dog Go Cafe
It is the flood of emotion that always makes me flee. The triggers are unpredictable but the reaction is not. It is like someone is ripping my chest open, using a rib spreader, exposing the fragile membranes around my heart to the glare of light. I clutch my hand to my chest, as though I … Continue reading Flashback
Days passed quickly for Legolas in Lothlorien. He awakened each morning in Storm’s arms and kissed her gently until she roused and returned his kisses. He loved the smell of her hair, dark against his pillow, and the sound of her soft regular breathing as she slept. Reluctantly, they would part soon after waking so … Continue reading Heart of the Storm – Chapter Eleven
Time became fluid for Storm as she stood in Legolas’ embrace, taking in the sweetness of his mouth. As their kisses became deeper, more insistent, her hands left her conscious control and wrapped themselves around his neck. She felt one of Legolas’ hands entwine in her hair, while the other curved around her waist pulling … Continue reading Heart of the Storm – Chapter Ten
I wake in a nest of pillows and blankets that smell of fresh straw and heather, blood and sex. Way too much light is coming in for this to be my city apartment, with its blackout shades and heavy curtains. I must be in my crash pad, the shell of a crumbling church a couple … Continue reading Hangover
Brave & Reckless 