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The Romanovs Part 6: After Life

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There is a truck driving around the woods outside of Yekaterinburg, carrying the sheet-wrapped bodies of eleven brutally murdered victims. The truck is heading toward the Koptyaki woods, where Yurovsky had earlier identified disused mineshafts that might work as a gravesite. But the truck breaks down.

Another gang of men wait in the woods for them. Turns out there's only one shovel amongst them.
Yurovsky dismissed the majority of the men. The victims were stripped--this is when the jewels sewn into underwear, corsets, hats and other items were discovered--disfigured, dumped into the mineshaft, and doused with sulphuric acid. Their clothing was burned.
But Yurovsky realized the mineshaft wasn't deep enough. The men tried to grenade the mineshaft into collapsing, but it still wasn't good enough.
The murder of the Romanov family and their loyal retainers is so messy that yeah, you could almost believe that one of the children, wounded and injured but still breathing, could ha…

Introducing Fuckbois of Literature: A New Podcast

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Hello gang! Today I am bringing you a repeat guest and Friend to The Blog, Emily Edwards, who you all may remember from previous guest posts here as the author of Collecting the Constellations and Pursue The Unknown End. Emily is now launching a new creative endeavor--a podcast called Fuckbois of Literature--so I had to ask her about it.

Have a listen to the introduction here:



1. Fuckbois of Literature is an irreverant, hilarious deep dive into the problematic characters in literature. Where the heck did this idea come from?


A few months back, a comedian named Sara Benincasa asked her followers, "If you could murder anyone from literature, who would you kill?" It's morbid and macabre, but without hesitation, I responded back with JANE EYRE, because, you know, she's awful. She married someone after he locked his first wife in the attic! I thought nothing of the response, but the tweet– both Sara's and mine– went viral, and I woke up to hundreds of replies. People …

IWSG: March

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It is the first Wednesday in March, so it is time for the IWSG post! Check out the group here.The awesome co-hosts for the March 6 posting of the IWSG areFundy Blue,Beverly Stowe McClure,Erika Beebe,andLisa Buie-Collard!


As I don't really have any writing news to share, secure or insecure, let's go to the monthly question!
Whose perspective do you like to write from best, the hero (protagonist) or the villain (antagonist)? And why?
I don't know if I've ever written a story with a proper villain. I feel like a lot of my characters are more fighting against societal things or circumstances than merely one person. So I guess I tend to write from a protagonist's point of view. I don't really like to read books in an antagonist's point of view either. I think they can be deeply interesting and I don't mind watching movies or TV with anti-heroes or villains (hellooo, Breaking Bad!) but reading is a much more personal experience and there are simply things I don…

Music Boxes by Tonja Drecker

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Today's a really cool day, everyone! My writing friend Tonja Drecker is releasing a book!



Music Boxes By Tonja Drecker Middle Grade Fantasy / Performing Arts 158 pages Dancing Lemur Press Release date: March 5th, 2019 Ages 9 to 12
·ISBN-10: 1939844568 ·ISBN-13: 978-1939844569

Book Blurb:
“I only desire your talent...”


Twelve-year-old Lindsey McKay's biggest dream is to be a famous ballerina. But after moving to New York, she ends up at the Community Center with a teacher who’s a burly bear in tights.
When she meets Madame DestinĂ©e, the teacher of a top dance school who offers her classes for free, Lindsey can't believe her luck. In exchange, she must perform in the school’s exclusive midnight shows, ones sure to make her a star. But something’s not right...
One by one, the other dancers disappear. Each time they do, a music box with a figurine just like the missing ballerina joins Madame DestinĂ©e’s growing collection. If Lindsey doesn’t discover the truth about the dance school, she mig…