April's Showers

I don't know how many will read this, but I wanted to give an update to those watching the progress of Extermination of an Empire. About a month, maybe a month and a half ago, I was very hopeful to be to chapter 20 by now. This would put the book nearly finished. Then I got a call that postponed my focus.  I got the call that my grandmother's stomach had herniated above her diaphragm and that surgeons had deemed a feeding tube too risky giving the procedure a 10% chance of survival. My Grandmother, Cheryl, was a huge part of my life. not many people get to say their grandmother was like a second mother to them, but I can. Along with my mother she always encouraged literacy in my young life.  We would work together on my handwriting until it was legible and aiming for lovely. There was a library between her house and mine. I always called her my agony aunt, because she was always there to listen and offer advice. About 13 years ago, right as I met the man who would be my ...

One of my many passions is historical fiction. Especially that of Egyptian historical fiction, which there is not enough of. As I have been doing lately, I used a photo for inspiration. I cannot state enough that I do not own the photos used for inspiration. It was found on Pinterest and is shared only as a point of reference for visualization purposes.   I hope you enjoy this snippet. - April What would mother be doing right now? Perhaps she was buying bread or maybe having a meal. Was she worried about me? I shook my head trying to clear the downward spiral of my mind. I’d dropped my brush already and I knew I needed to be practicing my Hieratic script. The flame atop the candle danced and flickered in the darkness. What a short life that flame would live. Cursed to live only as long as it had something to consume. Such a short and sad existence. Would my life be any different? I was not condemned to dancing and flickering in the...