An Interview with Daisy

Good morning, dear Reader! I have a special guest for you today, the young MC Daisy from Kandi Wyatt’s newest book: An Unexpected Escapade, book 2 of the Myth Coast adventures, releasing TODAY!

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I am so excited about these books, I have both this one and the first one on my kindle and I am looking forward to reading them both in the very near future. Kandi’s characters are always such a pleasure to have over for interviews.

Protect friendship, family or a creature that’s not supposed to exist?

Ana and Daisy have been friends since third grade, but a rift in the space-time continuum in their little town may change that. When a unicorn waltzes into the pasture with Daisy’s appaloosas, a poacher, who will stop at nothing to gain the unicorn horn and its healing tears, shows up. Daisy is focused on saving the unicorn while Ana’s parents face sudden life-threatening health issues. When Ana learns about the healing tears, she’s forced to choose between friendship and her family’s health. 

Can the girls find the grace to compromise and save Ana’s parents and the unicorn?


 

I enter the stables, glancing around, breathing in the familiar scent of horses and hay. Before I can truly get my bearings, however, a young girl appears in front of me, wielding a pitchfork, a wary expression on her face. Her dark hair is pulled back into a pony-tail, and she is quite a bit shorter than me, but there is a fiercely protective look in her eyes.

Quickly, I raise my hands. “Don’t worry, I’m not after your… friend. My name is Jenelle Schmidt and I’m with the InterFiction Gazette. I’m just here to ask you a few questions for my readers… but I promise, none of what we talk about will get back to the poacher you’re worried about. Do you mind chatting with me?”

She gives a strained nod and I seat myself on a bale of hay and pull out my notebook. “First off, can you tell my readers a little bit about yourself?”

Daisy relaxes a little, but still is wary. As she leans against the pitchfork, she says, “I- I g- guess, it wouldn’t h- hurt to talk with you. M- my name’s Daisy, and I- I’m in the eighth grade.” She swallows.

“And would you be willing to tell me a little bit about the unique creature you’ve recently met? Maybe a little bit about how you met and what it’s like, befriending a unicorn?”

Her countenance lights up, and she gazes off toward one of the stalls. “Y- you’re s-sure you won’t tell anyone?”

“I promise.”

She turns to me and stares me down. A horse bangs a hoof against the wooden floor before she continues. “I- I was in the p- pasture to check on Root and Ginger, my horses. They didn’t come to me, so I went to them, only to discover there were three horses! Just then, the third horse shifted and moonlight reflected off her horn!”

She checks to see if I believe her or not. I’ve noticed her stutter has disappeared as she spoke of the unicorn. “Do you have any idea where it came from? Or are mythological creatures showing up a normal thing?”

“N-normal? The only normal thing about Myrtle Beach is the ocean, sheep, cattle, and cranberries.” Daisy leans the pitchfork against the wall and sits down beside me. “Th- there were r- rumors about a dragon showing up here this f- fall. I’d say it wasn’t possible…”

“A dragon?” I wonder if she’s referring to the first book in the series, but I have other questions for her. “This poacher I’ve read about, do you know why he wants the unicorn?”

Daisy shifts on the bale of hay as if something’s suddenly poking her. “J- Jack’s a-after K- Kajri b- because,” she swallows to still her stutter, “because he wants her horn and her tears! It’s awful!”

“Her tears?”

Daisy pauses. “They’re m-magical. They have healing p-powers.”

“I did not know that,” I say, as I glance down at my notebook. “I don’t want to keep you much longer, but I was wondering: do you have any plans to keep the unicorn safe?”

“I- I’m g- going to k- keep her here. It’s the b- best I can do.”

I check my notes again. “I’ve heard that you also have a best friend named Ana. Does she know about the unicorn?”

“Ana w- was the first one to t- touch Kajri.” Daisy smiles up at me, and I notice a small bruise on her chin. “She th- thinks we should try to f- find a safer place than here, but I don’t know where else.”unicorn-1981219_640

“I hope you can figure it out. One final question and then I’ll get out of your way. If you were suddenly given the power to keep the unicorn safe, but you could only do so by returning with it to its world with no hope of returning home yourself, would you do it?”

Daisy cocks her head and her long dark hair hides her face for a moment. She pushes it behind an ear. “I- if I could take Mom and the horses with me, I would. I’d like to take Ana, too, b- but,” she clasps her hands together, “her p- parents need her.”

Her tone and posture tell me that there is more to her comment than it might seem, but I’ve used up most of my time already. “Well, thank you so much for chatting with me, Daisy. I wish you all the best in your story and I hope you can find a way to keep your new friend safe.”

“Me, too.” Daisy stands and looks at me. “D- do you want to p- pet her?”

I grin. “I would like that very much.”

Daisy leads me to the furthest stall where a pearlescent horn reflects the barn lights. The wonderful creature rises to her feet while Daisy murmurs to her without a trace of her stutter. 

Hello. A voice echoes in my mind. Thank you for helping take Daisy’s mind away from her problems for a while. I appreciate it.

I reach out tentatively and stroke the unicorn’s neck. A thrill courses through me and I think again how being a reporter for the InterFiction Gazette is just about the most wonderful job I could ever have asked for.

“Hi there,” I reply softly. “I hope Daisy can find a way to keep you safe.”

My badge begins to glow and I wrinkle my nose in frustration. These visits are always far too short. I am going to have to get a copy of the book so I can stay longer. As the barn and stall fade around me, the last thing I see is Daisy, her head leaning against the unicorn’s neck, her dark head contrasting with the shining white face of the majestic creature.


Even as a young girl, author Kandi J Wyatt, had a knack for words. She loved to read them, even if it was on a shampoo bottle! By high school Kandi had learned to put words together on paper to create stories for those she loved. Nowadays, she writes for her kids, whether that’s her own five or the hundreds of students she’s been lucky to teach. When Kandi’s not spinning words to create stories, she’s using them to teach students about Spanish, life, and leadership. 

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~ jenelle

#IndieApril My Journey

Adventures& Episodes

This is not a normal “recap of last month” adventures & episodes post… but I feel like it falls under the umbrella of that particular blogging category of mine, seeing as how I am about to recount to you a kind of lengthy and ongoing adventure upon which I have traversed over the past seven years….

But first, an introduction:

I have become aware of a hashtag going around this month specifically celebrating indie authors. Well, I couldn’t let that pass me by, not when I AM an indie author!

But today is not really about me. I mean, it is… but it’s not about my journey as an AUTHOR. Nope, today is all about my journey as a READER.

(Read: Jenelle fangirls over her favorite indie books and authors)

But seriously. I have always been a reader first and foremost, an author second. I love creating and writing stories, but this springs mainly from a soul that just loves reading stories. I write the stories I want to read.

When I published King’s Warrior, way back in 2012 (wow, that was seven years ago already!) I started a different kind of journey. One where I got to actually meet (virtually) authors like me, who were setting out on their own, without the support of a publisher. I made a lot of mistakes back then, but one thing I did right was I started reading other indie authors.

However, at first that did seem like a mistake.

I found some pretty awful books. Some were poorly written, some were poorly edited, a few had objectionable content and I stopped reading them.

For a while, I gave up on indie authors.

They weren’t worth my time or money, I decided. And I seriously almost gave up on publishing, as well, because if that was all people thought indie authors were capable of, I didn’t want to get lumped into that particular category.

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Clearly, my mind was changed on that point. But how, exactly, did that change come about? Well… let me tell you a story…

Somewhere in the midst of the chaos of the internet, I found a book and an author that I enjoyed reading.

I honestly don’t remember exactly how I found out about DJ Edwardson. I had just learned how to create a facebook author page and I had done a few “follow for follow” type exercises and was active on a few writing forums with other indie authors, and at the time I was doing a “Featured Artist Friday” thing on my blog and apparently DJ volunteered to be interviewed. He had just published Into the Vast, his first book, and reading about his philosophy on writing and the authors he admired intrigued me, so I bought a copy of his book and read it in January 2013.

And it was fantastic! You can read my fresh-from-the-page review that I wrote about it HERE. I had to wait (somewhat impatiently) while he wrote the rest of the trilogy, but it was worth it! Not only did I find an author of amazing books, but also a friend and blogging co-conspirator as DJ also came up with the spark that lit the fire of the annual Silmarillion Awards event!

A few months later, again, I’m not entirely certain how or why I was following this author, but facebook informed me that there was an author book-signing happening at the Barnes and Noble near where I lived. I had just done a book signing of my own the year before and was curious to see how others handled that type of event. I did a little research on the author, determined that this was, in fact, someone whose books I wouldn’t mind buying (didn’t want to go to a book-signing and not buy a book), and sallied forth to learn what I could.

That author was Anne Elisabeth Stengl.

When I got up to the table after the event with my copy of Heartless in hand, she greeted me by immediately asking, “Didn’t you just publish a book called King’s Warrior? I’ve been hearing about that one a lot lately.”

This absolutely blew me away! Here was a traditionally published author with Bethany House, and she’d heard of me. And at HER book-signing, she was taking the time to ask me about MY book?! I walked away from that encounter inspired, and determined that if I ever got to that level, that was the sort of author I wanted to be.

Now, at the time, she wasn’t an indie author… but she has since dived into that realm. And she is one who has had such a positive impact on my journey both in reading indie authors and being an indie author myself, that I can’t NOT mention her in this post.

I read Heartless and quickly got entranced by the world of the Goldstone Wood. I have now read every book this author has written and am eagerly looking forward to more from her! Stengl has swiftly risen through the ranks to become one of my all-time favorite authors ever. If you haven’t read her books, I cannot recommend them highly enough. I have reviewed most of them, and you can check them out on my Recommended Reads page!

The next indie author I read was my dear friend and kindred spirit’s book, Haphazardly Implausible. Jack Lewis Baillot (which is her pseudonym) has been a long-time blogging buddy of mine, and she also has the distinction of being the author of the first steampunk book I ever read. I loved her book and her writing style so much, and was starting to see glimmerings of hope that there were other fantastic indie authors out there with books that I could wholeheartedly enjoy.

A year later, I read The Word Changers, by Ashlee Willis. I’m pretty sure I found this author through Anne Elisabeth Stengl’s blog… and found yet another story that I loved. This book is so sweet and beautiful, and I fell completely in love with the characters. If you haven’t read it, you should definitely pick up a copy!

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About a year after that, I bought Sew, It’s a Quest by Kendra E. Ardnek, another blogging friend. I read it while on vacation in January 2015 and absolutely fell in love with it. Upon returning home, I quickly bought the other two books in the series and devoured them, as well. If you like fairy tale mashups with a lot of twists and turns along the way and quirky characters… Ms. Ardnek is the master, hands-down.

Shortly after reading the Bookania Quests, I found out that my story submission to the Rooglewood Press Five Enchanted Roses contest had WON! Through the process of editing and being published in that anthology, Anne Elisabeth once again introduced me to a dear friend as well as a spectacular author: Savannah Jezowski. We commiserated over our intense edits, and rejoiced together when it was all over. I loved her story “Wither” which comes right before mine in the anthology, and was even more thrilled to be an early beta reader for After, which just released last year and was one of my top reads in 2018. Savannah does such an excellent job of combing a somewhat gothic type of fantasy with the sweetness of a fairy tale style and a strong ray of hope in the midst of her poor characters’ trials.

Once Five Enchanted Roses released, I needed a break from writing, so I picked up a copy of Orphan’s Song by Gillian Bronte Adams. I have not yet finished reading the trilogy, but it’s high on my list! Apparently I never got around to writing a review (probably time for a re-read so I can finish the series) but I remember enjoying a story that features gryphons and I liked the characters quite a lot. I also remember that the book ends on a cliffhanger, so have the next book handy if you pick this one up!

When I finished Orphan’s Song, I “met” J.L. Mbewe online – I think this was also through Anne Elisabeth’s blog – and read her book Secrets Kept, and oh, man… got sucked in immediately and was loath to leave the world when the final page had turned. The story, characters, and writing style are all FANTASTIC. The second book is also amazing, and I hear the third book is coming soon! I can’t wait to see how it all ends!

Somewhere in 2016, I stumbled across the Clean Indie Reads group on facebook, headed up by Lia London. Shortly thereafter, H.L. Burke started up a Clean Indie Fantasy spin-off group so that we could more easily cross-promote clean indie authors in our genre, and I was intrigued by her book Dragon’s Curse, so I got a copy and loved it rather a lot. I just finished reading the series last year, and it is so fun and fantasy-filled and epic and snarky and I love it. Burke has the distinction of being the indie author I’ve read the MOST books by: 8 so far… but she writes books faster than I can read them, so I have zero hope of ever catching up at this point. (Not that I’m complaining, mind!)

The Clean Indie Fantasy group decided to create an online book club The Fellowship of Fantasy, and through that group I also had the great pleasure of reading The Beast of Talesend by Kyle Robert Shultz in 2017. I had already known Kyle a bit, as he had participated in the 2016 and 2017 Silmarillion Awards, but even after reading his blog for a while, I was unprepared for just how much fun his books are. The wit and humor is so well-blended with high stakes and end-of-the-world type scenarios. I recently blitzed through The Tomb of the Sea Witch and The Stroke of Eleven and got started on The Janus Elixer… so be on the lookout for more reviews of this fabulous series coming soon!

If you’re looking for an awesome book club to join and you love speculative fiction… I highly recommend the Fellowship of Fantasy!

Through the Fellowship of Fantasy book club and Clean Indie Fantasy groups, I have been introduced to over a dozen other incredible authors and their wonderful books. I have loved all of them to varying degrees, and am hoping to spend some of my blogging time this year catching up on reviews for these stories that have held me captive and introduced me to so many fantastical lands and entertaining characters.

And that’s my reading journey into the world of Indie Books. It is not finished, not by a long shot, but it was fun to reminisce about how the winding road meandered along from one author to the next, and I hope you found it an enjoyable read, as well. All of these authors put out extremely quality work. Perhaps one of these authors intrigues you, as well? In that case, I invite you to come along on the journey!

~ jenelle

An Interview with Cats

Witching Hour_Now Available

Well, here I am… a day late and a dollar short, as they say. Though in this particular case, I’m several weeks late to the party. However, my dear friend and Roses Sister, Savannah Jezowski just released another story to the wilds of Readerland and even if moving and being internetless for over a week did mean that I got VERY behind on ALL the things and totally missed the blog tour party… I still want to help her celebrate!

*tosses confetti*

So today, for your reading pleasure, I’d like to introduce you to not one, but TWO of her newest characters to hit the page: Romeo and Pursy!

First of all, a little bit about these two stories:

Part One: As shadows encroach on the city of Lite, one cat stands between humanity and the hounds of darkness. Romeo takes it upon himself to find a suitor for his human Isabel in order to save the city and sets his sights on the unlikeliest of candidates. Can true love really save the day?

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Part Two: When Isabel disappears in the middle of the night, matters take a turn for the worst. Romeo finds himself trekking through the dangerous wildlands to rescue the young queen with a clownish wizard, a sassy she-cat, a pretty healer, and a mysterious solider. However, their only hope may be the very thing Romeo fears most. Can Romeo and his friends save the day before the shadows consume them?

The Witching Hour is a frolicking fantasy adventure with fairy tale themes and clean romance. Perfect for fans of Diana Wynne Jones and Lloyd Alexander.

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I have read Part One and found it delightful, and I can’t wait to read Part Two!

On to the interview…

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When I open my eyes, I find myself in a large, open room that is far more beautiful than any place I have ever been in my own world. The vaulted, glass ceiling above soars to heights that make me dizzy when I glance up. Sunlight spills down on my head, unfiltered and warm, and I take a moment to soak it in. On earth, there is still quite a bit of snow in my yard! I glance about, trying to spot a hint of the characters I’ve been sent to interview, but the room seems empty. I shrug and begin wandering about the vast room, peering into the shadows as I go, pulling aside the occasional corner of a tapestry to look behind it… but still, not a whisker to be seen. 

Finally, I notice a glimmer of movement up by the throne. Keeping the figure in the corner of my eye, I saunter casually in that general direction, though I work very hard to maintain my own nonchalance. When I get a little closer, I can see that I have indeed found my interviewees, or at least one of them. A long, ginger tail twitches behind the throne.

I clear my throat respectfully. “Excuse me, esteemed feline, might you perchance be the one they call Pursy?”

Amber eyes glow unblinkingly at me from the base of the throne.

“Who wants to know?” a voice from behind me demands, and I turn to see a sleek black cat sitting at my feet, sedately licking one paw.

“My name is Jenelle Schmidt and I’m from the InterFiction Gazette, I was sent to interview a Romeo and Pursy. Can you tell me a little bit about yourselves?”

Both cats begin speaking at once then flounder into silence. Finally, Romeo sprawls across the marble floor, his tail flicking against the ground. “She-cats first,” he says, sounding a wee bit annoyed.

“Thank you, how uncommonly gracious of you,” Pursy replies with an amused meow. “My name is Pursy. I belong to the royal healer Rose. She found me when I was just a kitten and took me to the Royal College with her to study medicine. I’m actually quite indispensable to Rose and her work as a healer, you know.”

Romeo coughs, his tail flicking a little harder.

“Do you have something you’d like to add to that?” Pursy asks around a sultry purr. “Or are you working a furball?”

“Neither. Is it my turn?”

Pursy’s eyes narrow, but she sits down as if to indicate she will concede the floor to him.

“Anyway, my name is Romeo, as I’m sure you know. My book is all about me, after all, so you should know all about me, if my Author did her job remotely well. You can never tell with humans, you know. You’re an unpredictable lot.” He eyes me suspiciously, as though expecting me to do something unpredictible. I am overcome with a nearly irresistible urge to shout suddenly or swoon, just to prove him right, or get a rise out of him… though I’m fairly certain it won’t work. “Anyway, I am the royal mouse chaser and belong to Isabel, the future queen of Lite, the city where we live. Our home is quite different from yours. For some reason, my Author found it necessary to put us in a dog-eaten world of hounds and shadows and damp, yucky things. I also understand you only write about magic. You don’t actually have it, like we do.”

“You have such a gift for making people feel right at home,” Pursy says, rolling her eyes. “We really are quite happy you’re here, Jenelle-dear, and won’t hold your lack of magic or fur against you. Will we? Romeo?”

Romeo sniffs and rolls onto his back to stretch his paws in all directions in luxurious but inelegant pose. “If you say so. Some of us have standards, you know.”

I stifle a grin. “Since you brought up the difference between us humans and cats, I have to admit, most of my readers are humans. Can you expound for them a bit on what it is like to be a cat?”

“It’s quite fun, actually,” Pursy replies. “You can wander around unnoticed most of the time. As long as you aren’t shredding the furniture or leaving muddy paw prints all over the place—” Here she spears Romeo with a knowing look. “—then humans tend to let you do what you please until they want a snuggle. That’s the best part. I love being pet. Don’t you, Romeo?”

“Depends on who’s doing the petting, but, yes, I do enjoy a good chin scratch and back rub.” Romeo seems to perk up a little and eyes me as if he might consent to a good back rub right this moment. 

I kneel down and run my hand over his soft fur. At first he simply sniffs and looks away, his manner bristling slightly, but after a moment of me stroking his head I can hear a reluctant purr begin to rise from the depths of his chest.

I settle down on the floor next to him, playing with the area just behind his ears. “Because you are a cat, I’m guessing you are fairly vital to the events transpiring in your world right now. Can you tell me a little bit about your role in the grand scheme of your story?”

“Yes, I certainly can, and you are right about me being vital to the story,” Romeo says, pushing his nose against my hand.

Pursy coughs.

“How important we are to the story,” Romeo corrects, sounding sheepish. “If it weren’t for us, I don’t think there would even be a story. When it all begins, the lights are going out in the city and unless I found a suitor for my human Isabel, they could go out altogether.”

“It would be most unpleasant,” Pursy inserts. “Shadows and hounds would overrun the city and a lot of people and creatures would probably die. So our humble mouse chaser here is correct on this point.”

“Are you implying I’m incorrect on other points?” Romeo asks, rolling his head against my knee.

“If the whiskers fit, you might as well wear them. But do go on. Tell her about the darkening king.”

Romeo sits up abruptly and frowns at her. “I don’t think I should. You remember what our Author said about spoilers. We aren’t supposed to talk about certain things.”

“Yes, I do remember, but I didn’t think she meant we couldn’t talk about anything.”

“You can talk about a lot of things, just not the darkening king. Or the hounds. You probably shouldn’t say too much about them either, or you might ruin things.””

“Can I talk about the romances?”

“Romances? Why would you want to talk about that?”

“Well, there are so many of them in this book. Your Isabel and the chimney sweep, the wizard and my human…you and me.”

Romeo falls to a violent fit of coughing. “No, I don’t think you should talk about that at all.”

Pursy glances sideways at me and delicately swipes at one paw with her tongue. “Perhaps I’ll just not say anything, then.”

I peer at her curiously, wondering how much to press the matter, but the mention of spoilers is one I, as a member of the InterFiction Gazette, hold in the highest of regard. If spoilers are to be spilled, it will not be due to sloppy reporting on MY part. Instead, I decide to change tactics. “Which is better: chasing string, staring at invisible things, or napping? Or is there something better than all three of those?”

“Napping,” Romeo answers promptly.

Pursy snorts and pretends to hack at a furball. “My apologies. Ahem. You would say that.”

“And why wouldn’t I? She asked.”

“Yes, well, you might have pretended not be a fat, lazy kitty, you know. Haven’t you ever heard of putting your best paw forward?”

Romeo glowers at her, eyes narrowing. “Yes, well, some of us value integrity over our fluffy fur coats.”

“Do you have something against my coat?” Pursy slinks up alongside him, rubbing her body against his. “I rather thought you liked it.”

Romeo scowls and bounds away from her to a more appropriate distance. 

I do my best not to let them see my laughter. “If you could be anything but a cat for one day, would you choose to do so? What would you choose and why?”

Romeo’s spine arches. “Absolutely not.”

“Sure,” Pursy says at the exact same moment. The two cats eye one another, tails twitching in agitation.

“It’s insulting to the name of cat.” Romeo sniffs and begins to lick his front paw. 

Pursy twitches her tail across his nose, causing him to give out a sudden sneeze. “Oh, don’t be a stick-in-the-mud. Haven’t you ever wondered what it would be like to be bigger? Or to have wings? I wouldn’t mind being a bird for a day: I bet it makes it a lot easier to find breakfast when you can fly around above the ground and get a good view of things.”

Romeo’s fur slowly settles as he cocks his head and considers her words. “That is a mildly intriguing thought,” he concedes, “although, still very insulting.”

“Forgive me, I meant no offense,” I hurry to say. “I just thought it might be a question my readers would find intriguing. Perhaps you will like this one better: what is the one thing you like best about being a cat?”

“The only thing better than being a cat is being a magical cat,” Pursy says with a proud arch of her spine. She strikes a lazy pose and looks at me as if expecting to be admired. I grin at her and this seems to appease her vanity. “I think the thing I like best is how cats can orchestrate things behind the scenes, without humans even realizing what we’re doing. Some humans are clever and figure it out, like Rose and the wizard Cyril. But most humans never know the sacrifices we make for them.” She glances at Romeo as she says this and something sad and almost reverent seems to creep into her tone. The cats look at each other for an awkward moment.

At last, Romeo diverts his attention back to me. “Yes, on this point I do think Pursy is correct,” he says quietly. He shifts as if uncomfortable and seems to be struggling to find the right words. “I suppose we shouldn’t say much else on that subject either. Spoilers, you know.”

Ah, there it is again, the line I mustn’t cross. I stand, resisting the urge to brush cat-fur from my clothes… crossing the dimensions back to my own world will take care of that anyway… and I give a polite bow.

“Thank you so much for answering my questions today,” I say. “I greatly look forward to reading more of your stories.”

Both cats ignore me, their attention suddenly caught by something on the other side of the room. A mouse? A speck of dust dancing in a ray of sunshine? Who can say? Tails twitching, they creep toward it together as my badge begins to glow and I fade from their world.


Savannah-Jezowski

Savannah Jezowski lives in Amish country with her Knight in Shining Armor and a wee warrior princess. She is the founder of Dragonpen Designs and Dragonpen Press, which offers author services such as cover design, developmental edits, and interior formatting. Her debut novella “Wither” is featured in Five Enchanted Roses, an anthology of Beauty and the Beast, and is a prequel to The Neverway Chronicles, a Christian fantasy series filled with tragic heroes and the living dead. She is also the author of When Ravens Fall, a Norse Beauty and the Beast retelling. She is featured in several Fellowship of Fantasy anthologies, including Mythical Doorways, Tales of Ever After, and Paws, Claws, and Magic Tales. When she isn’t writing, Savannah likes to read books, watch BBC miniseries, and play with cover design. She also enjoys having tea with her imaginary friends.

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~ jenelle

The Power of Imagination

Hey all! I hope you are having a lovely March. Life is crazy and I’m still hiatus-ing a bit (mostly because I’m still up to my ears in boxes that need to be unpacked! And because we don’t have internet hooked up at the house yet, which may still take a few weeks), though I’m hoping to get back into the swing of things soon. I’ve got a character interview posting later this week and I’ll hopefully get on here with a few pictures of Bag End next week, and I’ve got a long list of posts I want to write so I’ve got some great content coming for ya!

But today, I just wanted to pop over and inform you that I was invited to be a guest post about “What Inspires My Writing” over at the amazing Ashlee Willis’ blog today. Click HERE to come read about where I draw inspiration for all my stories! Would love to see you over there!

~ jenelle