May 7, 2018

What is Young Adult Fantasy? As I’ve mentioned here before, I’ve been reading a lot of Young Adult fiction lately. And I’ve been doing so primarily because I didn’t know the answer to that question. I mean, honestly, what is young adult fantasy? It’s the kind of question that sounds like it should have an…

January 1, 2018

2017 was a big year for me, book-wise. You see, it was about this time last year that I had a realization: I write Young Adult fiction. You’d think I would know this, but I didn’t. It only took years of reviews labeling my Marked Series as YA, as well as a Bookbub ad in…

May 20, 2017

Have been completely neglecting my blog lately. All my focus has been on getting Lamentation revised and polished. But I figured I’d take a short break to share the cover with you. I’ve been wanting to share this for ages! Here you go: My hope when I painted this cover was to keep many elements…

April 28, 2016

I’ve written about how wonderful travel is for writers before (here), but I’ve been wanting to address more specifically how I try to inform my fictional settings with the texture and wonder of real places I’ve been. A big part of the reason I began teaching in Asia is because it enables me to travel….

January 6, 2016

I’ve always been fascinated by marital arts (a fact surprising to none of my readers, I’m betting). Growing up, I watched my dad moving through his Kung Fu forms in our living room, and I developed a great appreciation not just for the physical elements of martial arts, but their poetry—I love the sense of ritual, of…

March 5, 2014

*** This character interview is intended for those who have already read Division of the Marked. There are spoilers! If you haven’t read the book yet or are not finished, do yourself a favor and don’t read on!! ****     Y: Yarrow drums his fingers on the table and endeavors to look at his…

July 6, 2013

Yarrow ran his fingers along the raised mark upon his neck, as if hoping it would rub away. A ridiculous notion—it was as much a part of him as the nose on his face. His ma, walking at his side, slipped her hand into his own and squeezed.  He could not bring himself to look…