Tuesday, May 24, 2016

Creativity Exploits

It's been absolutely forever since I posted on my blog. I had a kid back in December so these extra social media sites get pushed to the wayside a lot more. For those who read this, thanks for sticking with me! From everything I read about blogging, you are supposed to do it daily at the most, weekly at the least. I will try to share my book reviews with y'all on here soon. I need to update those, for sure. 

I typically post on my website the most often, occasionally share on Facebook and spend most of my time daily on Twitter connecting with people. So if you want to strike up some fun conversation, book, fandom or otherwise, you can find me @JennSilverwood 

Meantime, here are a few things I've been dabbling with...

Here is some recent art :D


More Pastel Chalk Art  

You can find more of my work on the above Portfolio link, and also featured with Qamber Kids Book Design

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Submitted short story: Mermaid's Tear for the latest Jay Henge Publishing Anthology 

Besides working on the first draft of Craving Beauty, Vol. 2, I've also written a new adult romance, 


She Walks In Moonlight

here is an excerpt

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I had spent so long wrapped in my selfish wants and desires that I forgot to care for someone else. It wasn’t something I planned on happening, but by the time I realized the truth it was almost too late. The person I had always taken for granted, the boy I tried so hard not to love, was dying.

I ran the entire way to his house, through back fields. I hopped two barbed-wire fences, tearing holes in my shirt. My converse and the hems of my flared blue jeans were soon covered in mud but I kept running. My lungs burned from lack of oxygen thanks to a lack of practice. But if I was honest with myself, I hadn’t been able to breathe properly in the past three hours. A pressure clawed its way up my chest, the same weight that had settle in the moment the phone rang. Because I already knew what had happened. My older brother, Peter wasn’t aware I was the indirect cause of the accident. He didn’t know Adam wouldn’t have been out in the first place if he hadn’t been looking for me.

Please wait for me, I prayed. Adam didn’t know I was a liar and I had to tell him the truth.

I almost collapsed the moment I caught sight of his family’s two-story, white board farmhouse. I focused on the soft yellow light shining from his bedroom window upstairs as I hopped the picket fence around their front yard.

I fell against the front door panting as I lifted a hand to pound on its cruel surface. I needed to see Adam, to feel his hand in mine. I stumbled when the door gave way to a familiar, albeit haggard face. My heart fell into my stomach at the sight of Adam’s big sister, Hailey. Her mouth twisted as she recognized me and I felt the full weight of the bad blood between us. Hailey had dated my brother Peter off and on for the last few years. She had never been a fan of me.

“Please, Hailey,” I gasped and braced a hand on the doorpost. Her green eyes narrowed and she crossed her arms over her chest.

“Haven’t you done enough already?”

My heart sank while my mind screamed at me, your fault! She was right and I couldn’t argue with her. I looked at the familiar front porch and tried to think of something. I could climb the garret to reach his window. We had sneaked in and out of his bedroom plenty of times growing up. I could sleep on the porch until they let me in. Peter would understand and he would confront Hailey if I called and asked him to. My hand reached in my jeans pocket for my flip phone, convinced, when another voice called from the hallway, “Hailey, who is it?”

I peered over Hailey’s golden crowned head and tensed when Ms. King stepped into view. She still wore her hospital scrubs and I wondered if she had been on duty when Adam was brought in. Her pale blue eyes were worn and so sad I couldn’t look up at them too long before staring down at my muddy converse.

“Danica?” Ms. King’s voice was filled with compassion and to my shock, relief. I looked up again to find the same warm smile that filled some of the gap my mother tore open. Her plump hand came to rest on Hailey’s narrow shoulder and she spoke firmly to her daughter without breaking eye contact with me, “I’m so glad you’re here. He’s been asking for you every time he wakes up. He was worried sick until Peter confirmed you were safe at home.”

Your fault, I thought. If Adam hadn’t been so worried about me, he never would have got in that vehicle to come after me.

Hailey continued to watch me with a poisonous glare as she stepped aside. Ms. King reached out for me and I bit my lip before rushing into her arms. Her embrace was almost too tight but I wasn’t complaining. I pushed off my muddy shoes onto the foray before following the rest of the way inside.

“Doctor McMorries let me bring him home, thank God. The hospital couldn’t take care of him any better than we can. And I want him to be comfortable as possible while he recovers,” she explained to me while guiding me up the hardwood stairs.

I knew some of this story already, thanks to Peter. Ms. King was a physician’s assistant with more than enough experience in emergency situations. Hailey worked as a registered nurse at the hospital as well, so Ms. King wasn’t lying when she said they could provide the best care. Still, I was impressed they let her bring Adam home.

Maybe his injuries aren’t as bad as we thought?

“The jeep was totaled, of course. And he’s not out of the woods yet, but it could have been a lot worse.”

“How bad?” I asked.

Again, she attempted a careworn smile as she put her hand on his bedroom door. “We aren’t sure if he’ll be able to walk again, Danica.” She pushed open the door and shut it behind me as I walked in alone.

Shadows tipped the atmosphere to match my mood. Instead of seeing Adam’s band posters and a smattering of my artwork, all I could focus on was the broken boy lying in the twin bed under soft lamplight. I wrapped my arms over my chest to keep from throwing myself at him. His eyes were squeezed shut, hiding the beautiful color I loved. His summer tanned skin was a winter pale now, from loss of blood, no doubt. I sank to my knees beside his bed and bit my nails to keep my fingers to themselves. His chest rose and fell in unsteady gasps.

I laid my head on the duvet and drank in the familiar scent and whispered, “I’m so sorry.” As my eyes fluttered shut, my fingers found his and I imagined they squeezed just as strongly back.

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Hope y'all enjoyed the updates! Feel free to comment and share your thoughts, or your recent creative exploits. Happy reading, writing, creating!





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