<![CDATA[DARKTAG PUBLISHING - Nora B.]]>Mon, 21 Oct 2024 23:32:49 -0700Weebly<![CDATA[What inspires me?]]>Mon, 24 Jun 2024 16:01:53 GMThttp://darktagpublishing.com/nora-b/what-inspires-meTriggers for writing fiction are different for everyone, I think. 

Mine can be landscapes hurtling by on a train in a foreign land, astonishing confidences of friends, my own adventures, especially those not easily explained.

My instinct when feeling a writing trigger coming on is to write something otherworldly in the realm of science fiction or fantasy. 

The story I'm writing right now is like that.  My dreams had been surprising me lately.  Then they gave me an idea....
The Dreams of Others

He drew his hand back, his fist the size of a ham, and swung at me, missing as I skipped out of the way. A rush of excitement and fear jolted through me as I raised the baseball bat and struck his red thick-jowled face once, twice, thrice.  

At first he howled, but once his nose broke and blood spewed from his mouth along with a few of his teeth, he made a choking sound.  As I bashed him across the face a final time, he fell on the kitchen floor, silent. The bat hung limply from my hand, blood dripping from its tip. At last, I thought, at last. 


The walls of my kitchen blurred, then I was outside, the bat gone from my hand, watching my little brother swinging on a tire hanging from the tree at their cottage. I was so happy, there were tears in my eyes. Why had I thought him dead?  I started running towards him and then….

I jolted upright in my bed, my heart thundering in my chest, my eyes a bit wet. For a moment I felt so disoriented that I was surprised to see Henri lying beside me, before I remembered he was right where he was supposed to be. 

I just killed my husband, I thought muzzily. And my brother was alive. I shuffled off the bed and to the bathroom where my head cleared, the dream hangover gone. I never had a brother, and my lovely Henri looked nothing like the lout I’d struck with the baseball bat. 

As I returned to bed still emotionally wrenched, I promised myself, as I had many times before, to see someone about this. It happened almost all the time now, leaving me exhausted throughout the day.  

​I was dreaming the dreams of strangers.....

More to come soon!
If you write or are thinking of writing, what has inspired you lately? 
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<![CDATA[At the Beginning...]]>Wed, 01 May 2024 07:00:00 GMThttp://darktagpublishing.com/nora-b/fantasy-imagesWelcome to my page.

A couple of years ago, Josy and I got together to support each other as we pursued our writing goals.

Our new anthology, "This Is What We Are", is the result of our collaboration. We had a fabulous time putting it together!

​For a taste, here's a quick bite from "Witness", one of my stories in the anthology: 
​A streamer of light, the vessel shot across the void stretching between the nine planets, hurtling toward a little blue planet, third from the sun.

​The witness had been there before, and shuddered to recall the pain of entry and transformation. It had been a shockingly primitive world. What changes had been wrought since the last time? Had the creatures of that world risen or fallen? Likely fallen, since the witness was returning once more, and another event was imminent.
​Stayed tuned!  Our anthology is launching soon.

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