Bergen opens a bottle of Angela’s Guinness and, leaning back in her office chair, he grins. “Below is a snapshot of the top three pages visited on Angela’s website. Soon to be… my website. This is me drawing your attention to the second page most frequently visited… coming in better… more loved… and wanted… is […]
Slovenly I somersault myself over to Bergen’s Blog…
*I fire my paint ball gun at random and slink off into the not-so-shadowy shadows.* “Hey!” Bergen shouts, dabbing at the wet paint splattered on his chest. My off-beat maniacal laughter is the only response. Subscribe Take my hand and descend into the bowels of darkness! Join me and follow so that you […]
Interview with Angela B. Chrysler
Interview with Angela B. Chrysler, author of the upcoming series Tales of the Drui Thank you for having me, Mr. Hermann. I’m thrilled to be here. *smiles* What inspired you to become an author? I don’t think I ever was “inspired to become an author”. I simply was. I’ve always had to create something. […]
Building Story
Now and then another writers comes to me with advice on writing. Below is a letter I wrote to one author in response to a plethora of questions she had on how a writer builds story. Dear Writer: Your question was: Oh! Also. I was wondering how much it really bugged you not […]
“Shove over, Bergen!”
“Shove over, Bergen!” “Get your own blog!” “This is my blog!” *Angela grins to the wide audience* “Hi. I recently had a breakthrough I wanted to share with all of you regarding my sense of humor.” “Or lack thereof.” “Shut up, Bergen.” Angela returns to the audience As you see I have what some would […]
Excerpt “Where is your brother?”
Excerpt from Dolor and Shadow “Where is he?” Geirolf waited for Bergen to speak. Instead, the Dark One simply grinned from behind the flask, catching a bit of light with the scar on his right brow. Geirolf brought his voice down with a bit more severity than before. “Rune is nowhere to be found. […]
BERGEN!!!
“I let you berate me,” I huff at Bergen who sits back, lounging in my chair. (I swear he’s inviting me to punch him) “You can try.” Bergen flashes that grin of his. I glare down at his over-righteous demeanor. “I let you hogtie me.” “You bit me,” he says. “I let you have my […]
Poem – Oh, Gruit, the Dark One Comes
This page is part of the tour. Gruit is a spiced mixture used to sweeten beer prior to the discovery of hops in the 10th century. Read more about gruit here. Oh, Gruit, the Dark One Comes By Bergen son of Tryggve “There, within the shadowed brink, The Dark One comes with lavished drink, […]
The Poet’s Prose
Work in Progress… Bergen stole a glimpse to Zabbai across the room. Fixated, he watched the firelight dance across her perfect, copper skin. Her deep, black eyes caught his silver-blue and Bergen chugged down the last of his mead. By the time he lowered the mug, she was gone. The hem of her gown caught […]
The Author is currently… detained
Bergen peers over the writing desk with his deep, black eyes. “Perhaps, I didn’t make myself clear. Perhaps, I was too… soft… on the author. Perhaps she is too distracted—what with her new friends to play with and all. In the end, I am the one who suffers. I am the one who has […]