Monday, October 24, 2016

LDTD Blog Tour, cont’d | Author Interview

The Party continues! Y’know, I think this is the first time I’ve posted twice for one Blog Party, aside from an Announcement Post….
In the past, I’ve interviewed a few of Kendra’s Characters, with a question or two for her in the mix, but today, I get to put her in the hot seat all by herself, mwahaha. /EVIL

The Pixie
OohOohOoh! May we interview her, too?

Anton Argentos

Ja, there are things we’d like to know, too.

Um, guys….

(And it would help you think of questions, since you seem to be at a loss for them today. ;-))

(Cheeky. :-P)

Shasta Whittaker
PLEASE? PleasePleasePlease? We’re so excited—

Sierra Whittaker

Calm down, Shasta. You’ll get us in trouble.

OK, settle down, folks. All right, you may each ask her ONE question—

Just one? *Pouts*

*ElbowRibs* Quiet! You should be glad she even let you on her blog.

Girls, I do wish you wouldn’t bicker so. You never did in your original draft.

That was before you made her such a crazy tomboy—

—and her such a priss! *Tongue*

OK, you’ve both officially lost the privilege of interviewing Anka Kendra. Go home now and behave!

(Now look what you did. Our first time on our Ankas blog, and you get us kicked off!)

(You were just as bad!)


*Twins scamper off*

*Sigh* Sorry about that. Seems like all my twins have issues with each other, but those two are the worst. But back to the main point….
Anyhow, seven of you may ask Anka Kendra one question, and I’ll ask her three (’cos I’m the Anka round here, that’s why). Decide who will ask what….

*Peanut Gallery Huddle*

Well, since the others seem to be discussing it at length, I’ll go first. How did Reuben get Petra to count him as a friend? I’m told it’s a great honor that INTJs don’t bestow on just anyone.

(Didn’t see that one coming. *Smirk*)

He wouldn’t take no for an answer. They grew up together, unlike you and Isabella, so he was always just there in her life, and he took her seriously when others wouldn’t. He proved himself to be someone she can trust and doesn’t abuse that trust. And she kinda admires his wild imagination.

Well, actually, Isabella and I—

Aherm! Spoilers, boy-o. And it’s Isabella’s turn now.

Isabella Oláfsdóttír, Queen of the Nóska. Neckline needs to head North, otherwise, great new inspiration! (Cendre Portrait by *orpheelin on deviantART.):
Isabella Oláfsdottir

That is not a proper question, sirrah. We are here to discuss Anka Kendra’s Characters and world, not gain information for our own stories.
Pray tell us how the social structure of Rizkaland is set up.

Um ... with people!

To be honest, I don’t really know any of the details of their social structure past the kings and queens of Rizkaland, the Bookholder’s family, and the king, queen, lords, and ladies of Klarand. I know it has a number of ranks ... but it’s actually one of the details I bluff on. I prefer messing with the fauna and flora and physics...
Ember MacTavish

*Eyeroll* Uuuuuuugh, politics! My eye, Isabella, you would be asking such a question. Here’s a better one: What might the folk o’ Rizkaland be doing for FUN? Do they have archery tournaments, or festivals, or stuff o’ that ilk?

Archery tournaments, festivals, and stuff o’ that ilk is a good summary. They love tournaments of all sorts, from archery to a form of jousting. Dancing is also a favorite past time, from balls for the nobility to barn dances for the common people. Every night there is a recitation of a Legend by the Bookholder in Loray, and almost anyone is welcome to attend, and a similar recitation is held by a Bookdaughter in the Kastle in Klarand. There are also a few acting companies that travel around Rizkaland, and their plays are quite popular.
Jason Windrider, when he first meets Ember:
Jason Windrider
I’ve been wondering—having grown up with Dragons, you know—good ones, that is—and they’re pretty rare in our world…well, I guess I’m wondering if there are any good Dragons in Rizkaland, or if they’re all bad, or if Lady Amber’s the only one (although she’s technically not a Dragon, exactly…and I’ll stop babbling now.)

Amber is the only dragon in Rizkaland. However, you will be seeing more dragons in the companion stories set in other worlds - most notably Worth of a King and Dragon Song. Unfortunately, I don’t know yet if there will be any good dragons in the Rizkaland multiverse. There are some neutral dragons, though, in The New Division.

…all of which I’m dying to read, BTW. ;-)

My Anka has mentioned that there are Elves in your world of Rizkaland, but that they are different from my own kindred. Pray tell us about your Elves, Anka Kendra.
Prince Nácil:
Prince Nácil

Yes, there are elves, and I’m willing to say that they are different from your kind, as my elves are rather non-traditional. For this world, leastways. They do have pointed ears and delicate features - though it’s a subtle point to their ears - but they’re physically inferior to humans - being smaller, weaker, and lacking humans’ stamina - and usually not as clever. However, to compensate, each elf receives a gift - a supernatural ability such as invisibility, healing touch, flight, incredible hearing, speed ... the list goes on.
OohOoh, I have one! Our Anka said the Water Princess and Fire Prince (and other important people sent to help Rizkaland) received magic rings that gave them special powers. I want to know if the gemstones in the rings are themselves magical, or if the Elves put some kind of enchantment on them when they were made.

It is the stones themselves, as far as I’m aware. And Alphego himself made them, not the elves.

Our Anka has informed me that Alphego is what your Rizkans call Elyon, the Creator of all. I just assumed your Elves made the Rings and what-not because Anka Rebekah’s Elves (she’s glaring at me for using her real name, hehehe!), my kindred, are themselves craftsmen—some of them—but for the Creator Himself to make special rings and such for His servantsthat is amazing!

Thank you, Pixie; I think it’s someone else’s turn now.
I see you hiding behind the sofa, Huckle. Come on out. Don’t be shy!

Well…I…I did want to ask Anka Kendra something…but I’ve forgotten. And I think Ciára has a better question, anyhow, so let her go next.

Please yourself, boy-o (and one of these days I am GOING to finish your PaintShop Portrait!) 

(Oh, but then I’ll scare off all your readers!)

(I think not, but that’s a discussion for another time.)
OK, Ciára, go ahead.

Ciára Littlefoot
I was wondering if there are any Brynikins—I mean Little Folk—in Rizkaland. Like Professor Tolkien’s Hobbits (although I know you can’t call us that because the professor’s people would be cross). Or any other Creatures that are but myth and legend in your Real World now, for that matter.

Not in Rizkaland, but the elvings in the companion series “The Mikada Chronicles” that my sister and I are working on, are part “little people.” And part elf. They’re fun.

(Another world  on my "To Visit" list...;-))
And now for my three questions:

Might we know why there are no stars in Rizkaland? Or is that a spoiler? ;-)

Because I decided to not have any stars. That’s the entire reason. I wanted a more contained universe for Rizkaland. And I thought it’d be a good contrast to Lintooalintae where they ONLY had stars.

Color plays an important role in Rizkaland, I’ve observed. Do you always associate your Characters with specific colors?

I usually do, even if I never actually state the colors in the story, though said color will usually end up as a character’s favorite color. It’s a weird quirk of mine that I didn’t even realize I had until one of my friends [was] talking about how she did the same thing. But I think in colors, associating them not only with the characters, but also with various scenes, settings, themes, even the books themselves. And it’s not just my own writing, but also the books I read, and people I know. You’re lavender and mint green, by the by, Tom.

Fascinating. Lavender was actually my signature color for a while, and I do like mint green. These days, I go for teal and royal purple, so you were close!
(You’re either aster-purple or fuschia. :-D)
And finally…have you begun work (plotting, brainstorming, whatever) on Book Three yet?? ;-)

I’ve started the first draft. Everyone is breaking my heart and I’m regretting my decision to become a writer.


Would you like a snippet?

Yes, please!

Laura was going to fall out of the porch swing, Reuben was sure. She’d push it back as far as she could with her toes, and then tuck her legs under her as it swung wildly. She wasn’t even holding on.
The look in her eye was wild, but he could tell she wasn’t really enjoying herself. She was doing it for the thrill, a distraction. The same reason he was watching her and not telling her to stop before she killed herself.

Thank you for visiting my humble blog…and for bearing with the Peanut Gallery. :-)

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Friday, October 21, 2016

Dragons and Doubles | LDTD Blog Tour!

(Apologies for this post being late—I injured my arm/shoulder recently, so I can’t do a lot of computer work. It’s better than it was, but I still have to be careful. Anyhoo….)
 Here we are again with another Rizkaland-themed Blog Party, hosted by Anka Kendra. 

Author Bio:
Kendra E. Ardnek is a homeschool graduate who picked up a pen at an early age and never put it down. The eldest of four, she makes her home in the Piney Woods of East Texas with her parents, younger siblings, giant herd of giraffes, and honor guard of nutcrackers. 


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*Hears pattering footsteps*
*Bursts into room*
 PARTY! Wahoo!!!

O.O Pixie, NO!


Ack, thanks a lot! Now there’s glitter all over the blog.

It’s not a Party without imaginary glitter!
And confetti. :-D

Well, there you have it—this Blog Party has been officially christened, Pixie-style. :-P

The focus this time around is on Book Two of the Rizkaland Legends, Lady Dragon, Tela Du, which features two girls with the same face…and only one of them will survive the epic confrontation that awaits them….

 Amber, the Lady Dragon, has been promised a fifty-year reign over Rizkaland and nothing can stop her from claiming it. But when you've lived six thousand years, fifty is such a pitiful number. Only one person can keep her from making this reign permanent - the Tela Du, a girl who shall share Amber's face.

The last thing Petra wants is a magical world interrupting her plans for a normal life, let alone an ultimate battle against the Lady Dragon with only one prophesied survivor. She has her childhood best friend, Reuben, at her side, but she's not sure if he's more of a help or a hindrance right now. Though she'd much prefer to just return home and forget about this whole crazy affair, things change when she discovers that the world has surprising connections to her own family - including her sister who disappeared without a trace two years before. Still, Rizkaland can't possibly expect her to risk her very life, can it?

Today I have the honor of interviewing one of the supporting characters, Noraeto by name.

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Welcome to The Rambling Rose, Noraeto! Have a seat and let’s get started. And forgive me if my questions seem odd or ignorant; I haven’t officially met you or read about your adventures with Petra and Reuben—yet ;-)—so I’m kinda playing this by ear.
So, then, tell us a little about yourself—your background, your family—that sort of thing.
Hello, thank you for having me. I’m an elf. I live with my parents and grandfather in the family home in the middle of a Rizkan wood. We’re herdsmen, and own a large herd of Korrens. My grandfather works for Amber, so he’s only home one day a week.

What was your first impression of the Tela Du and her friend Reuben?
I thought that she was the Lady Dragon at first. Once Reuben corrected me ... I found them amusing. It wasn’t my place to laugh, and the situation was too serious to laugh, but she honestly thought that having tea with the Lady Dragon was a viable option.

Have you any special skills?
I have the gift of farsight - I can shift my point of vision so that I can see anything I want, no matter the distance or the obstacles. I've got in trouble for using it when I shouldn't, but for the most part, it's a very useful gift.

I can imagine!
What is your role in this conflict between the Lady Dragon and the Tela Du?
Well, I was the first person the Reuben and Petra met when they arrived in Rizkaland, and my grandfather works for Amber. Beyond that, I'm not at liberty to share.

Anything else you’d like to share?
I brought some korren yarn to give you. Kendra told me that you did sewing things, so I thought you might find it intriguing.

That’s very thoughtful. Sadly, I’m afraid your lovely yarn won’t transfer into my world, however, some of my Characters are handy with yarn in theirs, so I shall pass on your gift to one of them.

Thank you for stopping by. I look forward to visiting Rizkaland again!
Thank you for having me. Do stop by when you come. Mother loves company.

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Be sure to hop over to Kendra’s blog and join the fun, and visit the other blogs participating, too!
And for those who have yet to visit Rizkaland, Water Princess, Fire Prince (Kindle version) is FREE until the 23rd! Grab it here:

Thursday, August 4, 2016

Cover Reveal | Lady Dragon, Tela Du

Amber, the Lady Dragon, has been promised a fifty-year reign over Rizkaland and nothing can stop her from claiming it. But when you've lived six thousand years, fifty is such a pitiful number. Only one person can keep her from making this reign permanent - the Tela Du, a girl who shall share Amber's face.

The last thing
Petra wants is a magical world interrupting her plans for a normal life, let alone an ultimate battle against the Lady Dragon with only one prophesied survivor. She has her childhood best friend, Reuben, at her side, but she's not sure if he's more of a help or a hindrance right now. Though she'd much prefer to just return home and forget about this whole crazy affair, things change when she discovers that the world has surprising connections to her own family - including her sister who disappeared without a trace two years before. Still, Rizkaland can't possibly expect her to risk her very life, can it?

Hail and well-met, fellow Rizkaland fans! While today, sadly, marks the end of Kendra’s loverly Bookania Blog Party, it’s also the day we get a peek at the next installment of her fabulous Rizkaland Legends—Lady Dragon, Tela Du!!! *Trumpet fanfare*

Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah! *Confetti*

(Should I be concerned at how much my imaginary friends are starting to invade everything I write of late…?)

But before I show you the cover art, a little bit about the author:

Kendra E. Ardnek is a homeschool graduate who picked up a pen at an early age and never put it down. The eldest of four, she makes her home in the Piney Woods of East Texas with her parents, younger siblings, giant herd of giraffes, and honor guard of nutcrackers. 


Official Website:

This installment promises to be a little darker than WPFP, as it involves a “showdown,” if you will, between the evil Amber and her reluctant look-alike nemesis, Petra.
But in the background is another sort of conflict (which we caught a glimpse of in Book One)—the ever-widening gulf between Amber and her faithful but tortured husband, Granite.

Well, swap the king and the queen, and it's kinda Granite and Amber:
Kendra says: This may be for a dark king, but it’s so fitting for Granite and Amber’s relationship.
She’s the dark queen. She loves him and wants him at her side … and though he loves her,
he knows she’s going the wrong way, so he refuses to be her king.
He becomes the ghost lurking behind her instead.
 I personally feel sorry for Granite, as I believe I’ve said before. Despite his frustration and sorrow at Amber’s life choices, he continues to stay with her, even though he knows there’s probably no “happy ending” for either of them.

I also had the honor of  interviewing the title characters, Amber and Petra, and their author.

Amber--How can you not see what a treasure you have in Granite? He doesn't agree with your views and methods of doing things, but he still loves you and has stayed with you for--what? Six thousand years? Most marriages in my world fall apart after only five years...if that. 
My frustration with his refusing to agree with me doesn't mean that I don't love him, that I don't value his place beside me. It saddens me every day the gulf that has grown between us.

Petra--Admit it, isn't it just the tiniest bit cool to find another world? To be sure, the circumstances weren't ideal (especially that bit about fighting the Lady Dragon), but is there anything in Rizkaland that sparks your interest?
Don't let Reuben know I said this, but yes, it is kinda cool to find out that other worlds do exist and that they are accessible. Also, there's a possibility that we'll find out the truth about my disappearing siblings here.

Kendra--You've described yourself as an ENFP, and Petra as an INTJ. Can you give your fellow writers some tips on writing a character whose personality type is so different from one's own?
The thing with Petra is that my mother's an INTJ, and I am very familiar with the type. Also, on a function level, ENFP's and INTJ's are similar so I understand the type pretty well (at least, as well as you can understand a type that isn't your own). Actually, the character who I would say was completely different from myself was the ESTP Summer ... and she was difficult.

I think the best advice I have is to find someone of that personality type, read up on it as much as you can, and dig in to understand the type on a function level so you understand just how their brain works.

Annnnnd…now you’re all champing at the bit to see the cover. Here you are:

Cover Design Credit: Benjamin Ingalls -


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Another exciting bit of news is that LDTD’s predecessor, Water Princess, Fire Prince is FREE today!!! So grab your Kindle or other device and take advantage of it while you can.
And if you’re in the mood for a fairytale retelling, CinderEddy is also free today.

Thanks for stopping by, Gentle Readers. Be sure to keep checking out Kendra’s blog for more news of Rizkaland, Bookania, and other fun imaginary worlds Kendra plans to share with her adoring fans by and bye.

I leave you with a snippet:

Reuben gave a half-shrug and turned back to Noraeto. “Why would your queen want to kill Petra just because she looks like her? Does it have anything to do with a prophecy?”

“You and your prophecies,” muttered Petra, rolling her eyes skyward.

“Yes, actually,” Noraeto admitted. “Our queen is prophesied to be killed by a girl who shares her face.”

“Okay, now I’d really like to leave, because tangling with a queen like that was not on my agenda for today. Would it be all right if I send her a nice note saying that I’m truly sorry about that prophecy, but to be honest, I mean her no ill-will, so can we please just leave each other alone? Maybe we could meet for tea.

What are you looking forward to most in LDTD? Have you any speculations about the book/characters/whatever? I want to know!

Until next time, Gentle Readers,
God bless,

Saturday, July 30, 2016

The Crazed Wench and her Co-authors: The Writing Process of R.R. Goodwill

Give your Imaginary Friends an inch, and they’ll take a foot. The Characters in my books have become so real to me over the past two or three years that I’ve started letting them sound off on the ol’ blog now and then. I do try to keep them from invading other people’s blogs, and e-mails I write (especially to people who Just Wouldn’t Understand), and for the most part, they behave (although The Pixie insists on popping in on Kendra’s fabulous Blog Party this week, and…I declare, she’ll be ankle-deep in imaginary confetti by the end of it…).
So now they’re starting to interrupt me when I’m writing their stories. :-P

Take the time I was writing a scene from The Treasure of Rainbow Rock in my Heirs of Dunsmüir story-arc (Ýdára multiverse):

Black Text = Actual story (whoo!)     Purple Text = Me     Teal Text = Isabella
Storm-blue Text = Anton     Spring-green Text = Ciaran     Sky-blue Text = Jason
Blue-purple text = Huckle

(Edited due to length)
“You’re speaking like somone who means to…to do away with themselves,” Anton replied, trying to keep his voice calm. “Please tell me I’m mistaken.”
     She whirled to face him, her eyes wild, her mouth open as if to reply…but then she clamped it shut and backed away from him, eyes downcast, turning her head towards the Plain below. He fancied
Why do you always write these scenes from his point of view? Am I never to have my thoughts known to your readers?

Isabella, don’t interrupt me; I’m on a roll. Besides, I don’t fully understand your personality yet, and I want to do it right. I know you wouldn’t have me blunder my way through your story and botch up your personality, aye?

*Sigh* Correct. But it does seem quite unfair that Anton gets all of what you call “screen time.”

Hopefully that will change once I’ve done some more research on INTJ Females. Surely you can appreciate that.

Very well; proceed with the scene.

Thank you.

[He fancied] he saw a glint of fear in her eyes just before she turned away. Fear…and guilt. Awkward silence, charged with urgency and an undercurrent of panic, reigned for several eternal seconds.
     Anton swallowed hard. “Oh, Liebchen, don’t do that.”
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     Isabella squeezed her eyes shut. “Anton….”
     He recoiled. Her voice was like a dagger in his heart. He felt like nothing he said was helping—like she had made her decision, and he was powerless to change her mind or prevent it. With a sigh, he bowed from the waist. “As you wish, my lady,” he replied sadly. Then he turned his back on her, intending to run as fast as he could…anywhere. It didn’t matter where, so long as he got far enough away from here.

Must you be so melodramatic? Are you certain I would truly be so wicked as to hurl myself off a cliff?

Under normal circumstances, no, but at this point, you’re under the influence of the Plain of the Moon. Whatever evil fills that spot, it preys on a person’s greatest fears and deepest pains and drives them to act unwontedly. Savvy?

*Eyeroll* I suppose now you are going to have me throw myself into his arms for comfort.

Not exactly. If you’d stop interrupting me, you’ll see what happens to you both.

Say, is this the part where we “kiss and make up”? <:-D

Dude, I think she’d throw you off the cliff if you tried it. Be patient. And please—both of you—pipe down and let me write.

Shutting it now.



But just as he began to take the first step away, he felt a firm grip on his hand, halting his momentum.
     He looked over his shoulder to see Isabella, arm extended, clinging to his hand with pleading eyes, despite her otherwise expressionless face.
     “Wait,” she murmured. “Do not leave me alone, or I may actually….” She shook her head, unable to finish. “You are in the right. I cannot go through with it—if you are here.”

(And you’ll have to wait ’till I finish the book to read the rest—mwahaha—’cos I’m mean like that.)
(If I even decide to keep this scene….)

Or even last night, when I felt inspired to scribble a few lines before bed:
     Fiona lay curled up in a fetal position, one arm hidden up to the elbow under her pillow, supporting her head. The other held her plush bear close to her heart, its furry brown head cradled in the palm of her hand, one perky little ear poking out between her thumb and forefinger.
     Anton lifted one corner of his mouth and shook his head slightly. That everlasting bear of hers, he thought indulgently. Quite possibly the most useless and least practical thing to tote along on a dangerous quest…yet I suppose it makes sense. If she’d left the thing at home, one of the orphans might have run off with it and lost it in the woods somewhere, or one of the dogs might have decided it’d make a fine chew-toy. Never mind that it might fall out of her pack while we’re scaling a thousand-foot mountain, or be swept away in that river we’ll have to cross tomorrow.
     He chuckled, suppressing the sound with both hands to avoid waking the sleepers, recalling the stories Ciaran had told him about Fiona’s bear. He walked quietly—more or less, with the occasional snorts of laughter—to the edge of camp, and leaning against a tree, gave full vent to his mirth.

Anton! That’s not how I wanted to write this scene!

Aw, I know. But your vision of me just standing there gravely contemplating the future of Dunsmüir, and musing about what the Heirs turned out to be—well, that was just too gloomy. I had to liven it up a bit.

By making fun of my poor old bear. Thanks a LOT.

Not making fun—just amusing myself at the thought of his surviving two shipwrecks, a fire, and nearly being thrown out. In reverse order.

*Sigh* You’re a stinker, you know that?

*Wink* But you love me anyhow.

Yeah, I do. *Ruffles hair*
Can I get back to writing? I’ll see if I can salvedge this scene….
     “What am I thinking?” he guffawed. “Of course nothing will happen to that blessed bear! If he can escape being thrown out with the rubbish, be plucked out of a burning ship, and survive not one, but two shipwrecks…well, now, what’s a little treasure-hunt through the evilest, most accursed land in all Ýdára? Ooh-hah! I declare, that bear leads a charmed life.”

Well, now you’ve done it. How can I write that loverly bit I envisioned now? Having you go back to camp and somberly ponder how well suited the Heirs are (or aren’t) to rule a kingdom…well, that’d be…awkward.

Do I really need to engage in such a brown study?

That makes no sense, grammatically.

Of course not. Our Anka’s tired, so naturally she gets our dialogue mixed now and then. Seriously, though, must I be so gloomy here?

Well, I was going to have you note that Isabella, of the four, is really the best suited to leadership, having been born to royalty and all….

Oh. OH. *Sunny grin* Well, now, that’s different.


Thought you’d like that, boy-o. *Smirk*

Well, bother; now I feel guilty.

Perhaps I can stick your musings before your fit of laughter at Master Fuzz-Wuzz’s expense.

Yeah, that makes more sense.

Your pardon, lass, but where might I be in this merry wee scene?

Sleeping, my dear Gaelman.*

(Anka Note: Here Anton made a comment that was funny at a quarter-to-eleven at night, when I was practically falling asleep at the keyboard, but in the light of day seemed a little naughty. Must put a tighter bridle on my brain when it’s in Anton Mode….)

Enough. This was supposed to be our Anka’s writing-time ere she retired for the night in her world. You have interfered and wasted her time.

Not wasted entirely. I now know better how to write this scene. And I did want to include Anton’s thoughts concerning my bear leading a charmed life, so it hasn’t been an entirely unprofitable time.

But now you need to get to bed, Anka; you’ll be worn out tomorrow if you stay up too late again. Not that you stay up late that often, mind you—just saying—you know—um….

*Indulgent smile* I know. And relax, Jason; I’m not mad, and I know what you’re trying to say.
G’night, all.

*BIG HUGS* Goodnight, Anka!!!

Erm, Huckle, you’re not even in this story….

Oh. Oh, yeah. That’s right—I forgot. Well, I felt like you needed a Huckle-hug, anyway.

That I did. Thanks, boy-o.
OK, to bed now. For reals.

So there you have a peek into the thought-process of future Christian Fantasy author R.R. Goodwill. ;-)
It’s kinda funny; it’s like my Characters are my roommates at some boarding-house, and they’re all putting in their two-cents’-worth about how I write their autobiographies. :-P
Which is kinda cool. And whenever I find something cool or funny, I like to share it. Hope y’all enjoyed it. :-D

Until next time, Gentle Readers,
God bless,

*Gaelman = Reference to Ciaran/Jamies Gaelic (basically Scotch-Irish) ancestry. The Ýdáran equivalent of Scotsman or Irishman.