Lyndsey Resnick, Author

Danny Greenburg, Unsplash Spring has sprung. There are squirrels and rabbits everywhere. Birds are singing and building nests and all the trees and plants are wide awake. The words are flowing. Happy for that. Upping my daily pages or I won't meet all my goals. I'm busy with the animals and garden. Cleaned the barn and coops this week. The chicks are doing well and getting all their feathers. This morning, after a writing session, I'll be back out planting more seeds. I grow

Adam Mills, Unsplash Writing, for me, is sometimes like following a trail. Occasionally it's a straight path, once or twice it's been a paved road, but often I have to sniff out the clues to where I'm being led. My current story is like that. It is taking me on a merry chase. I'm having a lot of fun. I've spent the last couple of days getting reorganized, compiling notes and jottings, and estimating completion dates for my current projects. Now that I've written the goal date

Erda Estremera, Unsplash I have been working outside for hours every day. Getting the garden beds ready for planting, dividing and moving plants, weeding (SO much weeding) and mowing. Yesterday I felt as if I was almost caught up to a place I should be. Not feeling so behind, even though we're not technically past the last frost date. New book update: 73 pages. Writing every day, even if it's just a little bit. Lyndsey

Natalie Kinnear, Unsplash Wow, March flew by. Spring chores have begun in earnest. I've been slinging a lot of compost and I'm feeling it. I posted book bundles over at PoisonIvyHouse on etsy and updated links on the site here, so books and whatnot are easier to find. Eventually I want to be the person who sells my books outside of my participation in Tiny Worlds Publishing . Check out the catalog. You will find something fantastic to read! I'm 40 pages in to my new book. As

Benjamin Davies via Unsplash Creating a story is a journey. I think I know where I'm going. I have a map. Yet, I wander off the path. Over and over. I'm 30 pages into my current book. I'm going to keep paddling and see where the characters take me. The main character knows something is off, but so far he hasn't been able to verify what his gut is telling him. And the people around him aren't doing anything to allay that feeling that he might be in danger. He's going to stick

Dear Reader, I am longing for Spring. It teases and teases, but it's still not here. Photo by Yoksel Zok, Unsplash March has definitely entered like a lion. I am waiting for the most recent wind advisory to end. It's been blowing for a couple of days. What's new? My short story collections, Well Water and other odd tales , and Bluebud, A Collection of Fears , are both now available in e-book and paperback from Tiny Worlds Publishing. My modern fantasy, Lyric's Song, Vol.2 of

Dear Readers, Firecracker, our fantastic rooster. A few months ago I took a break from Substack. I had stretched myself a little too thin and found it impossible to keep up with my blog there and other book projects. A couple of weeks ago I restarted my Substack, Poison Ivy House, but now I'm using it differently. When I'm not writing, one of my responsibilities is to take care of our chicken friends. I decided to share them with you. If you're curious, please visit us at...

Dear Reader, Have you noticed how much AI-generated noise there is competing for your attention? It's being used everywhere now. It's in our ads, our news stories, and, unfortunately, the books we read. I am now part of an independent publishing collective, Tiny Worlds Publishing. Tiny Worlds is a group of writers, editors and designers who believe in working together to bring curated, human-crafted stories and projects to readers like you. Individual human voices matter. Eac

Welcome! Books were my first love and I always wanted to be a storyteller. I wanted a piece of that word magic. To write a story in such a way that whoever read it would find escape or feel something so strongly they'd think about it long after. A little over a year ago I gathered up all my stories: old ones, the scribbles on notebook paper, and everything in between and started finding ways to freshen them up for new eyes. I wrote two dark short story collections, and then t