New Name

As you can see, I have “changed” my name. Laura Mae will most likely be the name I put for my works. Marshall is a little… blah.. and doesn’t really stick out. Mae is my actual middle name and the two sound better together and flow better, I think. Also, my website named changed because […]

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Grapes

I had an interesting dream last night. But one interesting but weird thing I took away from it was an interaction I had with a man, talking about grapes. Yes, in my dream I was at a grocery store, and grabbed a $30.00 bag of grapes. (Dreams are weird…) anyway, I eat the grapes throughout […]

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Happy Thanksgiving

Just wanted to send out a quick Happy Thanksgiving to everyone! One thing I am very thankful for is your support! This is not something I could have dreamed of that I would be doing, 5 years ago. And it really helps me keeps me going to know you are all in support of what […]

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Changing

Hello. This isn’t going to be anything from my book. Just me. Sometimes I feel like I can’t talk to anyone who knows what I’m going through. I am part of several writing groups online and try to seek out advice from them, but it doesn’t really help at all. And this could just be […]

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Welcome to Eagle Lake

Excerpt from Chapter 15: A guard yelled a few tents down from their own. “Peterson! We got another one!” The conversation stopped, not realizing how close the guards were. Sydona’s heart sped up at the thought of them catching Raoul in the tent with them. They sat silently as they tried to decipher what he […]

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Dr. John Malik

His NEW introduction… “Just then the door creaked open and Raoul disappeared from sight in a flash. In walked a man in an expensive looking navy blue suit, with a red striped tie and slicked back, shiny black hair. “I am so sorry about this,” he said with a Mideastern accent. “Hey, Frank! Get these […]

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Better, right?

Terrible writing example from last blog: She opened her eyes to see painted clouds on a blue ceiling. She rubbed her eyes and looked around the room. She was in her old bedroom from when she was a girl. Everything seemed so slow, like it was playing a memory in slow motion. She slid off the small bed that she questioned on […]

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