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Archive for April, 2011
Edward & Eleanor: A Royal Love Story that Transcended Death
I post this true love story in tribute to the Royal Wedding of William and Kate.
I’ve fallen in love with Welsh Castles. I know this even though I’ve visited them only virtually while researching my debut novel, DawnSinger. A work of romantic epic fantasy would not seem to require much research, but I base its world on 13th-Century Europe.
I drew one of the locations within DawnSinger from Castle Conwy (Conway), which guards the mouth of the River Gyffin in Wales. My first glimpse of this monolithe stunned me. In the picture it didn’t look real, towering above the miniscule cars parked beside it. I pored over images and tourist videos alike, utterly smitten. Here’s the picture that hooked me:
Janalyn Voigt’s Weekly Round-Up 4-24-11
With the weather warming, spring fever has me in its grip. This gives the dandelions in our yard the edge. If you can envision a yard where the previous owners did no gardening, you’ll get a picture of the mammoth dandelion roots in my yard.
Topical Round-Up: How to Win Readers
For a writer, finding readers is a necessity. The good news is that they are out there in increasing numbers. Here are some ways to connect with them.
What You Don’t Know About Branding Can Hurt
In a recent Skype interview, one writer (who shall remain nameless) identified herself as a social media mentor but confessed “I’m not sure what branding actually is.” She went on to assure listeners not to take branding “too seriously.” This begs the question: Since she admits she doesn’t know what she’s talking about, how can a writer take her seriously?
As something of an abstract, the concept of branding generates confusion, suspicion and even skepticism among writers. And that’s a shame, because it’s not that hard to understand and neglected or inaccurate branding can have a negative impact on a writer’s career.
Janalyn Voigt’s Weekly Wrap
It’s been a tough week with the passing of a beloved family member. I take comfort that my mother-in-law lived a long, full life. We can easily forget as we go through the daily grind to look up and notice one another. Times of loss serve as a reminder to truly love and truly live. This weeks links:
Keep Readers in the Loop with an Alexa Toolbar
You can keep readers informed by offering a toolbar with quick links to your blog posts, Facebook Page and recent tweets. I see an application for writers who already have an active fan base. The following brief video explains how to create your own toolbar and embed it on your site.
Janalyn Voigt’s Weekly Wrap #5
In the same way that trees endure and strengthen when buffeted by strong winds, I’ve survived a week of challenges. If you also face difficulties, plant your roots deep and let yourself bend to survive them.
Note to Self: Don’t Let Your Writing Die
When I plant seeds in my garden, I believe they will sprout and draw nourishment from sun, rain and soil. Planting seeds is an act of faith.
So is writing.
Janalyn Voigt’s Weekly Wrap #4
This week saw a self-published author at the center of a flame war due to her response to a bad review. As artists, writers can be thin-skinned when it comes to criticism. Regular practice can help. I recommend all writers participate in a critique group or submit to a critique partner on a regular basis. Options are available both online and off.
- Worlds of Beauty and Danger

Edward & Eleanor: A Royal Love Story that Transcended Death
I fell in love with Welsh Castles while researching my debut novel, DawnSinger, book one of Tales of Faeraven. A novel written in the epic fantasy genre would not seem to require much research, but I base its world on 13th-Century Europe. The inspiration ...
Mist Song
Gossamer threads snag In branches bare And shimmer there. A wild pulse beats Beneath a cloak of gauze As winter greets Its reflection.
Living a Writer's Dream
I stared at the email, half-expecting it to somehow morph into a rejection, but no. It was still a contract offer. Letting out a yelp, I snatched my cell phone to call my husband. Later that same day, after opening ...
Greek Fire: Lost in the Mists of Time
Here's an interesting tidbit from my research for Tales of Faeraven: The Byzantines perfected something called Greek fire, which combusted upon contact with water, for primary use in naval warfare (although it showed up in castle sieges). It burned with ferocity, even ...
Lessons in Living from the Lady of the Labyrinth
She stood with head bowed, caught in a moment of prayer, enshrined by morning light. Birds sang in the surrounding oaks as I circled along the labyrinth’s mown paths, drawing nearer to the lady at its heart. She seemed to invite ...
Forgotten in Time: Titanic of the Mississippi, America's Greatest Maritime Disaster
Although viewed with nostalgia in modern times, nineteenth-century American steamboats offered a risky mode of transportation. Besides the possibility of sinking from collision with a "snag," a tree embedded in the bottom of a river and lurking below water level, ...River Voices
Stones tumble and thump. A fish jumps and plashes. Wavelets overlap sucking mud. A child laughs.
Wonderment
Children's eyes See marvels -- Creation born anew -- Wonderment In each small Everything. Give me, Lord, A child’s view.
DawnSinger and WayFarer Covers
I'm delighted to post the covers for DawnSinger and WayFarer, the first two books of my epic fantasy trilogy, Tales of Faeraven. Artist Nicola Martinez did a beautiful job capturing my story's essence. Sometimes victory only comes through surrender. About DawnSinger book one ...
Storm Song
The thrum of rain in the gutters, the swish of tires on the street, the purr of my cat are music enough.
Majesty
The mountains stand sharp, edged in green. Storm clouds roil in a summer’s sky. An eagle soars. I gaze, but cannot hold them thus.Child
Child by Janalyn Voigt ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I longed to shield you always In the circle of my arms, To keep the bitter world away And hide you from its harms. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ You were a gentle king, to me – The greatest child on Earth. Your father could only agree The night you ...
What Words Can't Do
What Words Can't Do Harsh words spoken in haste cannot erase themselves without me.











