Essays on Writing is a collection of thoughts I come across during my writing journey. They cover topics such as grammar, editing, writing, publishing and very often character and story development within the expectations of genre or society.

A combination of a novel, a memoir and a travelogue, both fiction and non-fiction, a globe-trotting adventure full of sentiment, music, low budgets, trains, encounters and lifestyle, the author confronts his memories - and the miracles - on the page, and embarks on a new trip to celebrate Christmas in Japan in 2014. This is a flawed attempt at aligning the past from two years ago and the present: the musician, the dreamer and the writer, the philosopher, together in one place. Follow his adventures in Japan, and within the soul. Based 100% on true experiences. Keep an eye out for attached photo and video content From the author of featured acclaimed novel, "Espresso Love" and the pioneer of the English cell phone novel movement.

Danica Romanov has just started her new job as a data analyst for the S.W.A.T team of the NYPD. She has spent the last few years on her own, away from everyone. What happens when a certain team of S.W.A.T guys want to befriend her? What happens when one particular guy wants to help her fight the demons he can see she is hiding? Will he be tough enough to battle through all the obstacles? Will she be able to trust him to help her? Read to find out. First story so please bear with me :)

THIS BOOK IS UNDER CONSTRUCTION: DO NOT READ IF YOU INTEND TO FINISH. NO UPDATES IN THE FORESEEABLE FUTURE. Sarah Crossen is rejected by her mate, all because of a crime her father had done. Dejected Sarah forces herself to go on. Why? Because she is pregnant from a one night stand. When the pack discovered that she is, she is more hated than ever. Especially by her mate Conrad. Even though he rejected her, she still got herself pregnant! With no one left to turn too Sarah has to face the hardest thing she will ever deal with in her life.

The first volume in the epic fantasy series Soulwoven. Litnig Jin has spent his life yearning for the power to weave the souls of the dead into magic. His brother Cole has spent his believing in nothing bigger than his own two hands. When a dragon sinks its claws into their nightmares, both of their lives will change forever. A dream of moving statues, shattered chains, and seething clouds of darkness sets the brothers on a journey into the unknown. A prince asks for their help. A necromancer hunts them. The bloom of first love gives Cole something to believe in. And as the brothers travel the world of Guedin seeking to prevent the hatred of a god from coming to life, Litnig learns that there are prices to pay for all power, and that the power he seeks may cost him more than he can possibly imagine. Soulwoven is a story of high fantasy, high adventure, and high soul searching in eight points of view, written with people between the ages of 15 and 30 in mind. I love it, and I hope you will too. Edit: An updated version of Soulwoven is available commercially. Help me write more and buy a copy! The print book will look great on your shelf, I promise. :-) Favorite reader blurbs! "This is the finest piece of literary work I've read in months." - @yakotseal "Very very like a piece of steak" - @incipient "THIS BOOK IS SOOO DAMN AWESOME A.K.A COOOOOL" - @jewell122 "Once it picks up it's impossible to put down." - @RonDoolin -JS

Once upon a time, Royals roamed the earth freely and in great numbers. Their power had every wolf, even the toughest of rogues, bowing down to them in respect. They held power over every wolf and could control any Alpha with a single command. The Royals were beautiful and pure, mates only of the finest were rewarded to them by the Great Goddess of the Moon, Lithia. Banquets were held in every Lycan community in their honor and no wolf dared to be left out of the Blue Moon Celestial Celebration when the Royals graced them with their presence. Their marks were of tantalizing tattoos of the finest silver, a single crown graced their foreheads and swirling masses of floral, sadistic designs covered nearly their whole bodies even in their weakened mortal form. A dark shadow loomed upon them one night as they slept and soon, every Royal was slaughtered mercilessly by the mightiest of cowards – the Succubus. They were jealous of the energy that these creatures held and wished it their own. The Succubus Counsel collided with their male counter part, the Incubus, and ordered the horrifying massacre of the Royals. Sixteen years later and the Succubus are informed that a single remaining Royal has been found and they are appalled to know that the dominating gene had been passed on. Little had the Succubus and Incubus known that the Royals evolve with the amount of danger that proceeds them and that this Royal may be the hardest to defeat yet.

Continuing the story of Princess of Swords: Sword of Light. Rose is in the City of Light. She now has two things to do; get the Sword of Darkness and make a choice. But that's easier said then done. Can she make a choice, and when she does is it the right one? Henry's and Cole's lives hang in her hands; her mate and her ex-lover, a King-to-be. A secret is shared and a sacrifice made. Love and death hang in the balance. Read more to follow Rose's final journey for her last sword. Can she do it? Unedited book. Enjoy!:)

Two people. Two cups of coffee. Two lives suddenly intertwined. 2014 © All Rights Reserved [Short Story #550, 7.23.14]

ca·nar·y kəˈne(ə)rē/ noun 1. A mainly African finch with a particularly melodious song having yellowish-green plumage. ~The Oxford Dictionary As expected, nowhere in the Oxford Dictionary was the word Canary described as a seventeen year old creative writing student,taking an advanced poetry course at NYU. The dictionary also failed to mention that while taking this course, the girl would fall in love with a boy with curly hair who drank black coffee. In the Oxford dictionary, there is no definition for me, Canary Edwards, so I've decided to write my own.

There in those city lights, there was no her and there was no him. There was just everything and nothing and the spaces in between, like flickering lights against a never-ending, black sky. There in those city lights, there was no love and there was no hate. There was just listening and talking and understanding every single thing, like the 'ready, stop, go' of car-chasers and dream-makers. There in those city lights, there was no sadness and there was no happiness. There was just candid smiles and wasted tears and bottom lips chewed off, like the overflowing boulevard of things unseen. There in those city lights, there was no lady and there was no man. There was just a boy and a girl, who promised to fall in love, not with each other, but in those city lights. [a blind collaboration by @hepburnettes & @cityscape]