Welcome to My Imagination
Please kick off your shoes and make yourself at home. I'll have the dragon heat you up a kettle of tea and the pixies bring you a plate of cookies.
I am a fantasy writer, a high school substitute, a student, a Californian, an infrequent speaker of Japanese, and a lover of fairy tales. I hope we'll get better acquainted as you explore my website.
On This Site
My website contains information about me and my novels, The Changelings, an epic fantasy, and Three Floating Coffins, a Middle Grade fairy tale novel. You can click on the bar above for more information and to read sample chapters.
On "Free to Read," you'll find my short stories, published or unpublished, and links to my fanfiction account and blogs I wrote in Japan.
"Writing Tips" contains advice and lessons distilled from my 10-plus years writing experience. Please enjoy. I hope you find something to entertain, inspire, and inform you.
I'm proud to announce that my second novel, Three Floating Coffins, will be available on June 20, 2018.
Full of magic, mystery, and adventure, Three Floating Coffins tells of a young princess fighting to find the truth amid family secrets while saving her kingdom from the grip of an evil priest.
The price is $3.99 for a digital copy on Kindle or $15.00 for a paperback. You can purchase on Amazon, Createspace, or other retailers.
From Friday, August 24--Sunday, August 26, 2018, I will be running an Amazon Countdown Deal. This means the Kindle version of Three Floating Coffins will be 99 cents on Friday, $1.99 on Saturday, and $2.99 on Sunday. Enjoy the deal while it lasts.
a poem by
The faeries hid my pens away
And so I cannot write today.
Pixies all my pencils stole,
Hoarded them like they were gold.
And if, by chance, I found a spare
It'd do me little good I fear.
The only sharpener I own
Was smashed by dwarves upon a stone.
Should I then my finger cut
And write this poem in my own blood?
But it were useless, too, I think.
My notebook's eaten by a Sphinx,
Who left me but the metal wire.
And all the elf-lads did conspire
To tear my loose leaf, one by one,
Until their wretched work was done.
And while I flapped around the room
To save my paper from its doom,
The shine of my computer screen
Attracted the hobgoblins' greed.
They took it, plus my best keyboard.
They dragged my mouse out by its chord.
Harpies in my printer nest.
A dragon has burned down my desk.
Burdened with these pests and blights
How can an author hope to write?
Brownies stomp upon my head.
I think I'll read a book instead.