Pondering Changes

The Spirits of YuleAs those who follow me regularly know, I’ve been doing some thinking about where I want to take my writing. I’m finding that some of my interests are changing, and while I still love The Lord of the Rings and Raymond E. Feist’s work, I’m finding that some of my passion for fantasy as a whole has diminished. It isn’t gone, by any stretch of the imagination, but I’m finding the folklore far more interesting, much like I did years ago. There’s sense of reality to it and a relevance to daily life that fascinates me.

There are some things in the process of changing in my life, and I wonder if that has something to do with the shifting interests. It also leads me to wonder if I want to make some major changes to my website, to remove some of the history and details of the world of Grevared. That mostly comes from a comment a friend of mine made along the lines of “do you really think anyone wants to read pages of boring history?” I actually do, so it’s included. But I wonder if it needs to be there.

Aliyah Melton Stephens ObituaryI’m also finding work on Aliyah’s Tears fascinating. The epistolary style isn’t one I had even considered before, but it’s challenging and interesting. I’m working to include newspaper articles, medical records, and the like along with diary entries, emails, letters, and texts. There’s a lot that goes into that, and it’s as much fun as creating a fantasy world. I wonder how far I can take this and how it will be received when completed.

Of course, the flip side to that is the The Spirits of Yule is almost completed and ready to release. I haven’t decided if I want to release it when it’s finished or if I want to wait until closer to the holidays. It brings me back to the world of Grevared, a world that I’ve enjoyed working in for the last five years. There’s a part of me that doesn’t want to give it up, and I doubt I ever will completely.

I suppose the short version is that I’m re-evaluating some things. If there are those who have recommendations or suggestions about what you’d like to see, please sing out. I’d love to hear what my readers like and what their interests are.

Best wishes!




Aliyah’s Tears – Playing Around

Aliyah Melton Stephens ObituaryI’m still working on Aliyah’s Tears, and it’s still in the developmental phase, at least partially. To help myself with the story and some of the elements I want to bring into it, I created some newspaper articles that are relevant to the story. I’m not sure yet if they’ll all be used or if they will be images or text, but they were fun to work on.

They take place at different points in the story, though most of these are further in the past, things that occurred in the years before Aliyah met Victoria and Roxxie. The only exception is Aliyah’s obituary, which begins the story and is the reason for Victoria and Roxxie reconnecting.

They still need a bit of cleaning up, and the information in the articles may change a bit. A lot of it will depend on how the story goes and if it goes to plan.


Best wishes!



Abernathy Paper Closes June 1999

Melton Family Home Burns

Teenagers found Dead Chester Cross Herald 1986


Aliyah’s Tears-Snippet

CoverA few weeks ago I posted the first entry to Aliyah’s Tears, so I thought I’d give you a sneak peek at the next couple this week. This is an early draft and unedited.

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Jan 20

Hey, Tori. Bet you can’t guess who this is?


It’s Roxxie. I got your letter and decided you had a point. Not sure I like the cell phone, but…

It’s about time.

I’m easing into the 21st century.

Let’s be real. You aren’t easing. You were dragged kicking and screaming.

Lol. True. I have email, too. I’ll send one so you can log the address.


I know what you mean about Aliyah. I never knew much, either.

Do you know where she went after school?

Nope. But I plan to find out.

I don’t know. I feel weird caring now that she’s dead.

Yeah. Still. Maybe there’s a story there.

Lol. You and your stories. Are you ever gonna finish one?

Eventually. Got to do some research.

Let me know if I can help.

Will do. Well, gotta book. Heading off in the morning.

Where are you heading?

*shrug* Wherever I wind up. 🙂

*sigh* Take me with you.

Pack your bag.

You know I can’t.

I know you won’t.

Have fun.

Always. 🙂


To: Roxxie Starfall

From: Victoria Carson

Date: February 4 02:14:33 EST

Subject: Howdy

Hey Rox,

How’s it going wherever you are?

It’s the same here. Well, mostly.

The weirdest thing happened the other day. You remember that bakery downtown? The one that had the orgasmic chocolate chip cookies? Well, the old lady that runs the place is still kicking, so I stopped in for some cookies for me and the kids. You won’t believe who I saw.

It was Aliyah’s brother. It’s odd that I ran into him when I never had before. Of course, I could’ve run into him a billion times and never known it.
Anyway, he was in there getting coffee and saw me. He seemed a bit sad but not broken or anything. I don’t guess he would be since he wasn’t sure if he should even have a funeral or not. He wanted to talk about Aliyah, and I didn’t have the heart to say no. It went something like this.

“I found her journal,” Charles said. “Raymond and Christopher want to just throw it out, but I thought you might want it.” He paused for a moment as if he were uncomfortable.

“The whole thing is letters to you and Roxxie, as far as I can tell.”

My heart stopped. Aliyah had written to me over the years? I couldn’t believe it, and I wished more than anything that she had mailed them instead of putting them in a journal. “Thank you,” I replied. I sighed. “I spent years as her friend, but I don’t feel like I ever got to know her.”

Charles chuckled, but it wasn’t from humor. There was a hard edge to the sound, much like Aliyah’s laughs, that told me far more than he thought. “I don’t think anyone got to know Aliyah. Even as a kid she was closed up. An enigma, Mom always called her.” He paused, and I could picture him shaking his head. “I don’t know. I was thirteen when she was born, so there’s a lot of her life I missed, but the others say she spent most of her time alone. Never went out. Never had a lot of friends.”

We talked for another moment, then arranged for me to pick up the journal.

You said there might be a story in Aliyah’s death, so I wrote it out that way. Remember the stories we used to write in college? God, I miss those days. I wanted so much from my life, Rox, but it just didn’t happen. Now I’m too old and too tired. I wish I could be more like you and just throw caution to the wind and go for it. It’s not like the kids really need me anymore, and I think it’s hurting more than helping for me to stay around. I think they need to be left alone if they’re gonna grow up.

Anyway, I started reading the diary, and you won’t believe the stuff that’s in it. I haven’t had time to get far, but check out some of this. There are some pages sticking out of it that look like they came from some kind of kid’s journal or something. They’re cute, but I can’t imagine the Aliyah we knew having anything like it. It gives a whole new picture of her, and I wish more than ever that we had spent more time getting to know her when she was alive. Why is it that we only come to realize things about a person once they’re dead?

I attached scans of some of the journal pages. Read them and let me know what you think. I think it’s some wacked out shit.

Have fun.