The Aspiring Bard

July has been a good month for almost everything except writing. So, instead of trying to pull out a Bits & Snatches post from the scrawny bits of writing I have accomplished, I thought I'd introduce you to some characters from my two novels-in-progress...and give you a chance to better the acquaintance by letting me know which ones you'd like to hear more about. They're all a bit unruly, and some are rough around the edges and decidedly hard to like. But if you find yourself loving (or disliking) one more than the others, please let me know in the comments.  Then come back throughout the month for some fun character interviews and (who knows) maybe even a short story or two. Clemency Haunted by memories, hunted by nightmares come to life, Janus flees into a world of plots and secrets where her faith - and her sanity - are put to the test. - Janus Moore - I felt a hysterical giggle welling up inside of me. Unable to control it, I collapsed agai

I was tagged for no fewer than three blog awards by two separate bloggers. It never rains but it pours, as they say. Anyway, I don't normally do this sort of thing, but it seemed rude to ignore so many tags all at once. So here goes... Liebster Award tag by  Wisdom Creates  over at Commanded Writer. 1. Did you always love writing? I'm pretty sure that I wasn't actually born with a pen in one hand and paper in the other. But I was raised on a steady diet of good literature (thanks, Mom, Dad & older siblings), so it was only natural that I should start trying to create my own when the time came. 2. Do you keep a personal journal/diary? I have tried. Truly I have. But I think the world is destined to continue on without becoming posthumously privy to the details of my life. 3. How long have you been blogging? *checks blog archive on oldest blog* Since 2009, apparently. 4. Have you ever read the whole Bible? Several times. Once, I read the whole thing twice in

“Well, an’ haven’t you got the nerve! Showin’ up like this after betrayin’ the lot of us!” -- Source -- I gingerly eased my shoulders back and forth as I searched for a proper simile. “I feel as though I’ve been run over by a train - a long one - and then maybe drug behind it, just for...laughs.” “What did they do to you?” He asked suddenly, as if the question had been wrenched out, unawares. -- “But. .. but...you were a lad. And...now ‘tis a skirt you’re wearin’?” Thatch laughed. “Well, Janus, you do get about!" -- Thatch shifted his knapsack to his back, then offered me his left arm in a gallant gesture. We proceeded out of the shadowy alley and into the rectangles of light glowing from the windows and doors of pubs and bawdy houses. There had been few people in the back streets, but now the way was full of passers-by and loiterers, all seemingly in various stages of intoxication. “These sailor men certainly do take advantage of thei