Author Jean Davis

Welcome to the 2014   A to Z Challenge . My theme for this year is why I shouldn't be participating. Thank you to  David for writing t...

X is for Xander. Xander was once one of the Victims of the Knife, but was recently recycled back into Trust . He once had a big role as...

Blue arranges his tentacles on the DVD player that shares my writing space. Turns out that while it takes up a lot of space, it also makes a...

Trala runs screaming through the paper-lined paths. "The sky is falling! The sky is falling!" "What the heck are you talkin...

From my yard: Sunbathing squirrel "Nothing to see here. I'm just a shingle. Move along." "What is that tapping soun...

A distant scream yanks my attention away (yet again) from editing A Broken Race . I spin my chair around and scan the paper covered floor....

From the shadows under my desk comes a concentration-busting drone of sobs. I turn away from edits on A Broken Race and search for the culp...

I'm happy to say that as of this evening, I've wrapped up this year's NaNo novel, the sequel to Trust. The rough draft came in a...

This year, rather than throw myself into the holidays, I've assumed my Gollum-self and hunkered down in my writing cave. Yes, I filled t...

Well halle-freakin-lujah, we’ve reached day 30! Between getting pricked by paperclips, accosted by discarded characters, being interrogated ...

As I watch my discarded characters--I’d call them darlings, but they’ve ticked me of this month—dismantle their ream wall and reshape all th...

The boys who don’t get blown up run toward me. “We’d love to give you something. Please tell us, what would you like? What’s the one thing y...

Nekar runs down the path at me as I approach the far wall. He pants and waves his hands. “What are you doing over here?” “Coming to see wh...

I can’t take Chuck sitting there, staring, waiting, tapping his perfectly rounded and buffed fingernails on the CD stack another minute. Get...

Captain Chuck creeps over to my laptop, glancing over his shoulder with each third step. “No one is watching you, by the way.” “I feel l...

The boys who don’t get blown up approach me warily. One says, “We’ve been charged with asking the question of the day.” “It’s not about mu...

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Glicfip perches on the edge of my very dusty candle holder. “Delilah said I should come ask the question for today. Something about making s...

I rip the masking tape from the Barthomian Captain’s mouth. “Chuck, I have a deal for you.” “Why would I want to make a deal with you?” ...

They must be desperate to distract me. That’s what passes through my mind as I see Trala climb over the edge of my desk. I feel dumber just ...