Notes from the Sanctuary
This page is not a calendar. It’s a quiet log of breathmarks—moments when the archive stirred, when legacy whispered,
or when the soulstream shimmered. Updates arrive not on schedule, but in season.
🌿 October 2025
Books are back on sale at Amazon. Breeden Pond (Drown) is now live on World Anvil, alongside the other Spooktober entries. I’ll be sharing them with everyone come Halloween—may they be received with breath and resonance. Next week marks my first eye surgery and the beginning of November Novel Month. I cannot wait to begin The Rot that Broke the Cycle.
Thoughts stir, breathe easy, live peacefully
🌿 March 2026
For me, she is a being who moves through the land. I hear her in the trees and tall grass, in the soft patter of paws and hooves. I feel her breath in every wind - the hard-driving mountain gusts and the small breeze that slip between branches. I feel her in rain, in snow, in the way the world settles after weather. I smell her in flowers and cedar bark, in a dog's coat warmed by the sun, in the faint sweetness on a child's brow.