In Search of Search Terms

Remember back in the day when you could actually see what search terms brought people to your website? (If you don’t remember, read this glorious post from Hyperbole and a Half. Go on, I’ll wait for you.

Ok, so like I was saying- remember that? We don’t have that anymore, thanks to encrypted search terms, and it saddens me. I would really love to know what search terms are bringing people to my blog.

I’m going to leave this post a sticky for a while, in the hopes that you, the readers, will help me out.

What search terms, if any, brought you to my site?

Feel free to leave a comment here, or message me directly using the contact from on my About page if you’d rather.

Thanks guys! I’m looking forward to the results. 😀


Raevenly is Writing: Kortan opening

So I’m slowly coming to admit to myself that the best way to get to know my world is to write and write and write and write and write, then write some more. And that A LOT of what I write will be unusable. Not useless, because it’s teaching me about my world (and my craft, obviously), but unusable, because not every story is tidy. Some things are big rambly messes that never resolve, have no real structure, and don’t interest anyone but me.

I’m working on one of those.

I’ve needed to understand the serpent world of the dead for a long time, and basic differences between ancient and modern serpent culture, how those cultures relate to other cultures, and so on. Fascinating stuff, to me, but probably won’t ever make a good novel.

But novel writing is what I know, so rather than trying to write a faux scholarly piece, or bullet listed notes, or whatever works for other people, I found a hobbit. Not a proper hobbit, but a character to explore the wide world with. Enter Kortan (working name, but I think I like it), a black scaled serpent who spend a few decades (centuries?) wandering the realm of the dead.

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Teaser Tuesday Dreams in the Desert part 4

This week’s #TeaserTuesday brings us to my favorite part of the dreams in the desert.


It’s just a dance, he told himself. Just one stupid little dance you’ve practiced a hundred times. With his nerves this ramped up, he was just as likely to call the fire on accident as with the ceremonial dance. Either way, the central fire would be lit for the year, and his people’s prosperity would be assured.

The only real question was whether or not his dignity would survive the winter.


It was only a matter of time before I let myself really dig deep into the serpent village of the past. I still hold Raith as one of my absolute favorite characters, and it saddens me every time that I can’t bring him back somehow.

Except, ya know, in flashbacks. 😛

So tune in Saturday for more about Raith, ancient serpent rituals, and cakes that taste like dirt.

Asylum Crossroads

There comes a point in every author’s life where they have to put themselves out there.

There comes a point in every novel, where you have to decide if it’s ready, or keep editing. Because they’re never done, everything could be endlessly tweaked and improved upon forever.

But just because I was ready, didn’t mean Asylum was ready.

What I’m releasing over on In Search of Asylum is a draft, and I’ve always known it was. But I didn’t know how larval it really was until it started to pupate. …Weird sciency metaphors aside, I jumped the gun with Asylum, and now I don’t know what to do with it.

It’s not my best foot, and I know it’s not. I love this version, but I loved the first draft, too. Neither one of them tells the “true” story.

We’ve learned a lot writing Asylum v2. We’ll learn a lot writing Asylum v3, no doubt. Already, I can see an improvement in the skills, both word smithing and story telling. It’s getting better, with each and every pass.

But it’s already out there, sitting naked and gangly for the world to see.

I haven’t announced anything over on In Search, and honestly, I’m not announcing here. Because I still don’t know what to do. I’m just thinking out loud.

I still don’t know what my ultimate goals are for Asylum. I don’t know if I want to see it trad published, keep it a hot online mess, keep it to myself as something I just do for fun with my girlfriend. I just don’t know. And I don’t know what to do with what I’ve already done.

I don’t regret doing it. I needed to move forward as an author, and posting Asylum to the web was the only thing keeping me fired up about the project. But now I have some tough choices to think about.

Teaser Tuesday Chapter 12 part 3

This week’s #TeaserTuesday just plain makes me smile.


This. This is what a nest was about. The marriage of their joy, building and exalting into something more, wrapping them in a sense of good will that did much to soothe his raw aura.


It makes me so happy to see Naj finally settling into his own skin–in no small part because it meant I was finally getting him  settled in my own head. Naj is without a doubt the most difficult character for me to write, but I love him so. So to see him finally coming into his own, just makes me smile. Saturday’s Update is a nice bastion peace, before all hell breaks loose.

Teaser Tuesday Chapter 12 part 2

This week’s #TeaserTuesday sums up the new chapter pretty well in a tidy little nutshell.


“Are you trying to say that I literally danced the illusions into existing? That isn’t possible.”

“Yes! That is it exactly.”

A triumphant smile ghosted across his face, eaten almost immediately by a frown at her negation. “You stood with me beneath a rainstorm of your own making, and you tell me it did not happen?”


Nica’s have a bit of a hard time wrapping her mind around reality. Naj can’t quite seem to get his point across, but lucky for you readers, that just means he’ll explain and over explain until he’s certain Nica gets it. Check out Saturday’s Update for some tasty world building tidbits, and lot of new pri’mn words!

I am an author

So, I did small thing today. Small, but it feels pretty big. I put a ko-fi link.

This seems like nothing, but its a big deal. I started the web page AGES ago, but never did anything with it. I don’t need tips, I told myself. I just want people to read and like my story.

My novel. I’m self publishing a novel. I am an author.

It’s a big deal, and I need to treat it as such. I am self-publishing an online serial. That means writing, and editing, and web page management, and promotional leg work. That means holding myself accountable to an update schedule, making sure I keep a visible internet presence, and making sure I’m my own biggest fan. Making sure I give myself credit where credit is due.

So, a Ko-fi link. A small thing, but it means big things in my head. I don’t necessarily need tips, I’m doing just fine, but I’m putting myself out there. Speaking of putting myself out there, you know what would make my day more than a cup of coffee? Comments. Reviews, votes, ratings, referrals. I would love to know there are readers out there. I would love to find the new readers out there that I haven’t found yet.

Spread the word to your friends. Follow Asylum on Tumblr (here, duh), Facebook , and Twitter (@ravenlywrites). Leave ratings and reviews and votes on the many sites below. And, of course, read and comment on Asylum itself. Drop us a line, let us know what you think about the story, your favorite characters, a scene that made you laugh out loud. We’d love to hear it!


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And of course, you’re still welcome to Buy Me a Coffee.

Teaser Tuesday Dreams in the Desert part 3

This week’s #TeaserTuesday is a tease of a tease, as we’re back to the dreams in the desert.


There was always fire burning in the big pit in the middle of the long house, no matter how hot it was outside. Even if it was a simple bed of coals, buried under a fine layer of ash, the fire was never allowed to completely burn out.


This has got to be one of my favorite scenes of the memories Seth showed me. Little serpent toddler, face all chubby and smudgy with soot, brows drawn together in concentration turned frustration… I can just see him now stomping his little foot, jumping when it calls to the flames. Baby Kismeron is a gem, though writing him is always bittersweet. I’m always left wondering who he would have grown up to be, if things had been different…

This Saturday‘s update is a blast from the past, so any of you who were wondering about Seth and Naj’s origins, you’re in for a treat!