Amber woke with a start to a sound that was at the same time familiar and unsettling. The trill warbling of the willow thrush was a common sound during summer in the Silverwood; a bird that all young elven children knew well, and whose warbling call they often mimicked. It wasn’t a sound she expected to hear in the middle of winter on a river in the middle of Bantara at night.
You never know when you get up in the morning what the day has in store. Oh, you might think you know. You might think you have it all worked out, that the online time management course you did worked, and you have your day all planned out. But what they never tell you is […]
Is there anything quite so full of promise… or as potentially unnerving… as a blank page? There’s something about a pristine piece of paper, or that blinking cursor in the top corner of your screen, that’s both wonderful and terrifying in equal measure. A blank page is gravid with opportunity for a writer: fertile ground where you can […]