From Wikipedia:

Psychopomps (from the Greek word ψυχοπομπός, psuchopompos, literally meaning the “guide of souls”) are creatures, spirits, angels, or deities in many religions whose responsibility is to escort newly deceased souls from Earth to the afterlife. Their role is not to judge the deceased, but simply to provide safe passage. Appearing frequently on funerary art, psychopomps have been depicted at different times and in different cultures as anthropomorphic entities, horses, deer, dogs, whip-poor-wills, ravens, crows, owls, sparrows and cuckoos.

So, last year at about this same time, I posted this.

And yet, here I am again, ready to make the same promise one year later.

Like promises, New Year’s resolutions must indeed be made to be broken.

But I’m hoping not to break this one this time.  Because the difference this time, I believe, is that I feel more of a “need” to finish the book this year.  I’ve put it off far too long already (not that anyone besides me and a very select group of extraordinarily supportive and loyal friends is even aware).

Lately, I’ve been feeling more of an urgency to complete the book.  For me.  To prove to myself that I can do it.

And that’s what I think has been missing from my previous attempts at finishing the book.

I need to do this.  Selfishly, for myself this time.

Over the past few years, I’ve experienced more “incompleteness” across several facets of my life than I’d been previously accustomed to.  The ends of too many things over which I had little or no control.

But this book is one thing over which I have complete control.

And up until now, I’ve surrendered that control to all of the other obligations in my life that sometimes get in the way and drain my motivation or distract me from it.

So I hope to refer to this post often as a reminder of my resolve in the hopes that this year will be the year that I complete this book to prove to myself that I am still indeed capable of such a thing.

Wish me luck.


According to the old myths, Sagittarius the Archer—who appears in the sky as a constellation—once was engaged in a battle with Kronos, the God of Time. During the battle, Sagittarius shot seven arrows made of starlight that fell to Earth; arrows rumored to have magic powers. Three were found by good men, three by wicked men. Each side desperately searched for the missing seventh arrow to tip the balance of power in their favor. During the long search that lasted for decades, the six magic arrows were used by each side against the other until, eventually, all six arrows were destroyed along with their keepers. And still the seventh arrow remained lost. And the longer it stayed unfound, the more powerful it grew. Powerful enough, it was rumored, that it could affect the speed and direction of time itself.

It was then believed that the missing seventh arrow was finally discovered more recently by an unnameable force of chaos—some believe an agent of Kronos, others believe a demon of some kind. And this evil entity is using the power of this last Arrow of Time to accelerate discord as part of its plan to bring about the end of the world as we know it.

Legend also has it that an archer would arise one day with the bravery and cunning to take back the arrow as its rightful keeper and restore the natural order to our world. This mysterious archer has been described as:

As swift and true as the arrow flies,
With aim as keen as an eagle’s eyes.
As gallant and wise as a king,
With wits as sharp as the arrow’s sting.

Another short story prequel to The Last Archer of Laummoren (for Sandy):

A short story prequel to The Last Archer of Laummoren:

My friend Stephanie sent me this; it is a passage from The Last Archer of Laummoren:

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The photo doesn’t do it justice.
I am humbled beyond words…

Yes, I know the new year is a time when everyone makes resolutions that they don’t always keep…  And I  know that I’ve pledged to finish the third and last book of The Last Archer series in the past after I’ve had a rare bout of productivity and inspiration…

But I really want 2016 to be the year that I complete the last book in the series.  I’ve already spent the first two days of the new year revising and adding a few elements here and there–and I really hope it continues.  I’ll do my best–wish me luck.

And many thanks to anyone who still bothers to read this blog–



From Wikipedia: “In Greek legend the asphodel is one of the most famous of the plants connected with the dead and the underworld.”

(image courtesy of Wikipedia)

I’ve begun part two of The Last Archer’s Return along with a more concerted effort to revise and improve part one.

That’s it.  Nothing too exciting, but progress is still progress.

I’m hopeful that I’m past the worst of the writer’s block now.

I’m also hopeful that I didn’t jinx things by being hopeful about having surmounted that bout of writer’s block. *sigh*

I hadn’t intended to wait this long to continue working on The Last Archer’s Return, but–as is often the case–life sometimes gets in the way, and my muse (that naughty minx) can be frustratingly elusive at times.

But, for reasons I don’t entirely understand, I was suddenly struck with an idea for one of the book’s characters on my drive home from work today.  And this idea seemed to have a domino effect of sorts, triggering other ideas that started to bring a cohesiveness to the story that had been previously lacking.  Hopefully I can keep this momentum going a little longer to start writing part two of the book (which I’d hoped to have finished at the end of July–oops).

Wish me luck–I’ll need all I can get.