I’m guest blogging over at Anastasia Pollack’s mysteries ‘n’ crafts blog today about the connection between watercolours and ghost towns and writing steampunk novels. Come on over and join us!
Bonus: you can see another one of my paintings. Or maybe not. Maybe you’d better wait a few years until I’m a little more competent at this.
Writing novels involves creativity on many fronts. Or maybe it’s just that my brain likes to entertain itself. I travel to many of my story locations to do photography for research, with the benefit that I can use them in connection with the books. Why not turn photos into watercolors on my iPhone? Make memes…
Book five of the Mysterious Devices series of clockwork cozies set in the Magnificent Devices world! The family circle is all Daisy and Freddie have longed for. But sometimes a circle can close … and constrict … and kill. Daisy and Freddie Linden and their friends arrive in Port Townsend, only to be arrested as…
Isn’t this cover stunning? I couldn’t wait to share it with you! * Book three of the Mysterious Devices series of clockwork cozies set in the Magnificent Devices world! Daisy and Frederica Linden have tracked their missing father to Bodie, the most dangerous town in the Wild West, where bad men murder without guilt and…
When I was small, the biggest treat life held was to go to the beach. When you live on an island, this isn’t very hard, but when you’re not so well off and dad had long hours and gas to put in the big Sun Valley was expensive . . . well, the beach was…
Copyright 2018 by Shelley Adina Chapter 1 (continued) But talk of poor Mr. Fetherstonehaugh had brought the ghost of a smile to their companion’s face, so Daisy thought it prudent not to abandon the subject of gentlemen just yet, despite its uncomfortable nature. They had been in the air for three days, and after the…
Copyright 2018 by Shelley Adina Chapter 1 (continued) “My goodness, you’re so brave,” breathed Emma Makepeace, her breakfast companion in the grand airship’s dining saloon this morning, the third of their crossing, whose spoonful of coddled egg had halted in its fatal journey as she listened with rapt attention. “But at which point did you…