Christina Anne Hawthorne
Christina Anne Hawthorne
Alive and well in the Rocky Mountains. I'm a fantasy writer who also dabbles in poetry, short stories, and map making. My Ontyre tales are an alternative fantasy experience, the stories rich in mystery, adventure, and romance. Alternative fantasy? Not quite steampunk. Not quite gothic. In truth, the real magic is in those who discover what's within.
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Separating Heartbeats
The struggle’s reality, hers to conquer. She said the words, heard the truth. “Focus on the present, focus on the now.” The between time separating past and future, separating heartbeats. After one breath, before the next, bookend ticks of the … Continue reading
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Writer’s Key
conscious door slamming closed the lock beyond her grasp blocking her mind the answers sought hidden on the other side lost key her panic seeking chasing unsettled hands racing thoughts out of her mind the thought so close threatening to … Continue reading
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The Repercussions a Character Name Change Caused
I hold tight to the belief that problems are opportunities, like recognizing there was a wrongness to Riparia’s character in Book 1, Trust in the Forgotten. Yet, I couldn’t identify it because, on the surface, there’s nothing wrong with the … Continue reading
In Her Silence
They wanted her obedient, silent, never achieving. Accomplishing was a distraction in their busy lives. Better she hide away, say nothing, her life theirs when her services were needed. She endured their demands, disinterest, neglect. She imagined dreams to achieve, … Continue reading
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Awakening in Twilight
Her years passing time, an awakening in twilight transformed, beholding the silver landscape anew, examining the dwindling hours. It was a reimagined future, where starting was starting in furthermore, watching the despondent around her chase a daybreak they wouldn’t catch. … Continue reading
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Letting it Sit – Becoming My Own Beta Reader
I’m currently continuing my revision map edit of Aramon Daughters, the sixth book in the Kovenlore Chronicles. The entire experience, including two recent problem chapters, prove to me, yet again, that letting a story sit for a while gives me … Continue reading
Where Did He Go?
She always wondered, where did he go? So long ago he was there and then gone, unknowingly stealing her heart. She was all wrong then, a bystander in her life, his voice captivating, so much so she could hear it … Continue reading
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Waiting
She waited in her small hiding place that wasn’t hidden enough. She waited for the soft voice that never came, never soothed or reassured. She waited for a gentle touch, but what came bruised her soul. She waited for the … Continue reading
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Using a Rolling Playlist while Writing
I love music and it’s a huge part of my writing experience. In fact, I consider it a vital tool, especially playlists, and none more so than the rolling playlist. This post isn’t about specific music, but instead how I … Continue reading
She Was Her Mind
Choirs whispered in her ears urging her to listen to the strength inside, to act through the tears, “Believe,” they said, “and the world is yours to conjure, for you are your mind.” Possibilities played on her fingertips, the urge … Continue reading