by Melinda VanLone | Dec 30, 2011 | Stories, Thoughts |
Evie stared up at the building and shuddered. She’d never liked the tall ones. She’d rather keep her feet on the ground. Probably her gypsy heritage. The highest she liked to get was the back of a horse. But if she wanted the ability to save her people, she had to do...
by Melinda VanLone | Dec 16, 2011 | Stories, Thoughts |
I read somewhere on the internet this week that it’s a bad idea to use my own fiction as a blog post. And since it’s written on the internet, it must be true, right? Their theory is that as I query agents for my WIP, they will Google my name and find said snippets of...
by Melinda VanLone | Dec 9, 2011 | Stories, Thoughts |
“What are they?” Jeneka couldn’t keep the awe out of her voice. The statues loomed in the afternoon sun, large, intimidating, and breathtaking. “Horses.” Jake stood a short distance from her, as if wanting her to experience this on her own. She moved closer to the...
by Melinda VanLone | Nov 14, 2011 | Thoughts |
Some of my socks have gone on safari. They’ve left their better halves behind to form a sad, dejected pile of unwearable socks. Unwearable, that is, if you like your socks to match, which I do. I suspect at this moment the missing socks are forming a Coalition for...
by Melinda VanLone | Nov 11, 2011 | Stories, Thoughts |
With death in fast pursuit, Jeneka kept her feet moving. She’d been running full out for over 30 city sections. Her lungs burned, her legs cramped, and tears leaked out of her eyes making it impossible to see much. She’d attracted a lot of attention along the way,...
