Tag: Original Writing

Happy Solar Eclipse + Book Release!

Happy solar eclipse!

I hope your day is full of lots of energy and magic. I know mine will be.

Big news though, aside from the awesome celestial actions in the sky, my new book Spirit Walker is out!

Spirit Walker by Samantha L. Davidson

You can buy it for Kindle right now. Paperback version should be available later today. (Should be. I don’t control publishing, sadly. If not, check back in the next week.)

Want to know what Spirit Walker is about?

“Haleo Wyrick is storm chaser by choice and the founder of the psychic black ops program Valora by chance, she’s smart, ambitious, and brave. And she’s scared.

As a spirit walker, she can pass through the world as if a ghost, but not even she can escape a stalker who follows her into her dreams. Hurt and hunted, she flees and fights to end this nightmare.”

It’s a book about a woman who is both extraordinary and completely normal trying to avoid a creepy stalker. And how she tries to overcome the trauma caused by it all. It’s also about a boy who discovers that dreams aren’t all they’re cracked up to be. And about a man who is trying to figure out how to be a good boyfriend to a man he loves. Oh, there’s a bit of the secret black ops kind-of psychic program, spirits, astral travel, and woo stuff too.

The first published book in the Valora series. The second, The Sea Witch, is a prequel and will be available next year.

I wanted to create a world where magic can be as low-key as our own practices alongside some truly unbelievable stuff. The Valora series is about practitioners like us, maybe with a bit more flash and consistency. The Valora series is also part of the Gray World series and that’s a bit more urban fantasy than paranormal fantasy, if that makes any sense.

 

ANYWAY, so amazing celestial movements are happening in the sky and lifelong dreams are being achieve today. No big deal. Hope your day is equally as awesome!

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Novel: Spirit Walker is available for pre-order!

Spirit Walker by Samantha L. Davidson

My novel Spirit Walker will be available in print and e-book August 21st. Pre-order your kindle copy now.

Want to know what it’s about?

“Haleo Wyrick is storm chaser by choice and the founder of the psychic black ops program Valora by chance, she’s smart, ambitious, and brave. And she’s scared.

As a spirit walker, she can pass through the world as if a ghost, but not even she can escape a stalker who follows her into her dreams. Hurt and hunted, she flees and fights to end this nightmare.”

It’s a book about a woman who is both extraordinary and completely normal trying to avoid a creepy stalker. And how she tries to overcome the trauma caused by it all. It’s also about a boy who discovers that dreams aren’t all they’re cracked up to be. And about a man who is trying to figure out how to be a good boyfriend to a man he loves. Oh, there’s a bit of the secret black ops kind-of psychic program, spirits, astral travel, and woo stuff too.

The first published book in the Valora series. The second, The Sea Witch, is a prequel and will be available next year.

I wanted to create a world where magic can be as low-key as our own practices alongside some truly unbelievable stuff. The Valora series is about practitioners like us, maybe with a bit more flash and consistency. The Valora series is also part of the Gray World series and that’s a bit more urban fantasy than paranormal fantasy, if that makes any sense.

I am SO EXCITED to share this with all of you. It has been a lifelong dream to publish a book and here we are. This is a world I really want to share with everyone. Remember to pre-order Spirit Walker now for your kindle copy or hang tight for a physical book copy on August 21st.

NaNoWriMo Ideas for Magical Practitioners

As you’ve probably noticed, I’ve started posting small short stories here and over at my Patreon. I do a lot of originally writing and I’m a participant of National Novel Writing Month. It’s a lot of fun but very time consuming and emotionally taxing.

 

Normally, NaNoWriMo is for novel writing, as the title implies. It’s goal is to achieve a rough first draft of something with 50,000 words in a month. Which is a lot.

But there’s variations to be had. The variations aren’t wildly popular but some people hal the word goal in order to fit their schedule and others write several stories rather than one piece in order to meet the goal.

I think there’s an even greater opportunity for practitioners. This could be exactly what you need in order to record your spiritual experiences and experiments. Writing down what’s happening and what’s going on allows you to recreate the experience or experiment a second time. It allows you to fix what might have gone wrong. It gives you a chance to learn, grow, and change.

Don’t worry if it’s not perfect. It doesn’t have to make sense and it doesn’t have to be perfect. The point of NaNoWriMo is to write something. You can perfect it later.

Here’s a list of topics you can write on:

  • Tarot journal
  • Dream journal
  • Meditation journal
  • Grimoire entries
  • Spell crafting
  • Herbal study
  • Blog posts
  • Spiritual musings
  • Devotions to Deities, Gods, and Goddesses
  • Poetry for offerings
  • Songs for festivals and coven meetings
  • Prayers for Deities, Gods, and Goddesses
  • Personal association symbolism and meanings

Make no mistake. Hammering out 50,000 words in a month is a challenge. But 15,000 words is doable for most people who enjoy writing (that’s 500 a day!). 10,000 can be done in 30 days by writing 333 words.

 

Oh, and just to give you an idea on what 333 words looks like, this whole post, excluding the title and photo captions, is 333 words. If you’ve been wanting to write down some of your experiences, this may be your chance.

Undead, a short story

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She wasn’t dead. She wasn’t precisely alive either but she wasn’t dead and that’s all that mattered.

Mostly.

She knew something was wrong. Her skin itched and when it didn’t itch, she didn’t feel it at all. That didn’t seem right but she wasn’t sure how it was wrong either.

It was just so hard to think.

The witch woman was back again too. She wasn’t entirely sure how long it was between when the woman left and returned. Maybe it was only a few minutes but it seemed like longer, felt like longer. Or maybe the woman was gone weeks or years and the time felt faster. She didn’t know and that felt wrong too.

The woman always grinned, hugely, when she saw her. Always reached out with young hands with long nails and ran her strong fingers through her stringy, dry hair. That didn’t seem right either. She felt like her hair use to be soft, beautiful, and shining. Now it was lack and hung limply. Why did it do that?

“Ah.” The woman would coo and the sound would spark rage and fear in her. She couldn’t seem to unlock either of those emotions externally, couldn’t seem to work them up out of her heart and into her mouth or face. She only tried to lean away a bit, unable to move with the chains around her neck keeping her to the rotting wooden wall.

“Ahh. There’s my little zombie. How are you today? Not so pretty now, are we bitch? I rode his dick all night last night. It was magnificent. He hasn’t mentioned you once. He doesn’t even care what happened to you. Bitch. He’s mine now.”

The woman often went on like this. She didn’t know why, but that filled her with anger too. More hidden anger she couldn’t tap. Sometimes, she tried to curse back at the woman but nothing more than a guttural moan ever passed her ragged lips.

She had this feeling that she was here because of that woman. That the woman had done this to her. Whatever had happened had been because of the woman. She didn’t know why, but that seemed right somehow. It was very hard to think, like she was thinking through a thick, hazy fog. That didn’t seem right either but it was how things were.

She didn’t know about the ‘he’ the woman referred to. Clearly, it was a man who was suppose to know her. But she didn’t remember any man. She remembered no one and nothing. Just the shack with the rotting wood with night and day slipping through the cracks in the walls. She knew nothing.

And she wanted to know. She very desperately wanted to know. She didn’t know her name or why she was there or what was happening to her. She wanted to know. But she was never able to ask her questions to find out. She thought she should be frustrated by that but she couldn’t work up that emotion either.

The woman usually just ranted at her. Sometimes the woman even slapped or hit her hard enough to knock her to the ground before laughing wildly and leaving. The blows never hurt or left marks that she could see. The woman never left food or let her use the bathroom. And she never needed either. She didn’t wonder why that was. She didn’t want to know why that was true.

She just knew her shack and that something was wrong. She knew that she was both dead and not and that it was wrong.

She was wrong. She didn’t know how to be right again. Maybe if she thought about it a bit more, something would come to her.

 

[Original work by Samantha L. Davidson / This Crooked Crown. Support This Crooked Crown on Patreon for more short stories and novellas. Originally posted here.]