Jaime Lee Moyer: Midnight Secrets and Lies
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Hold my hand, you know this journey could be long

Another outtakes blog post. I’ve always loved this story, but I could never sell it. It’s all part of my conflicted relationship with short stories. I adore them, I have a million and one ideas for short fiction. Editors of short fiction tell me to go write another book. So I do. I wrote the […]

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Will you wake from your dream with a wolf at the door…

I’ve decided to call the bits and pieces, the scenes and false starts I’m posting here outtakes. Like pieces of a film, most of these will wind up on the cutting room floor. Once upon a time, I fell in love with the idea of fairytales. Not the popular or Disney version, but the old, […]

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And we’ll drink out old memories and we’ll drink in the dawn

Once again, I’m every writer’s bad example. There is an alternate-history-fantasy story I’ve tried to forget, and that I just can’t. I wrote a whole novel with these characters–a novel that needs major work on the pacing in the middle. It’s dark and Gothic, set in a place that never was, and I love the […]

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Throw yourself in the midst of danger, but keep one eye open at night

I’m always making something. If I’m not writing, I’m quilting, crocheting, or doing some kind of craft. I can’t just sit and watch a movie, or one of the TV shows in my queue, I have to do something with my hands. My dining room table is covered in baby presents I’m making for a […]

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I was just guessing at numbers and figures, pulling the puzzles apart

A Parliament Of Queens still loves Coldplay best of all. “Spies” is still Owen’s song, and “The Scientist” is still Rosalind’s song. My brain is never subtle. Since last we gathered around the old blog, I finished revising The Brightest Fell and sent it off to a patient beta reader. This long suffering friend is […]

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With our rain washed histories, well they do not need to be told

So this writing thing is hard. Believe it or not, that comes as a shock to some people. The myth still persists that words fall off of your fingers, perfect and golden, ready to dazzle any who read them. Yeah. If only. And there are many days that you despair of ever getting it right, […]

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Something always brings me back to you…

The quick writing update, i.e., writing does happen around here. Which, you know, is why blogging is light. All novels are evil brats (or mine are) demanding they be written a certain way. This one is more evil than most. It wants me to jump six, eight scenes ahead, write that, them jump again. All […]

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I wanna be a cowboy…

I woke up with this silly 80’s song in my head and I can’t shake it. I might, maybe, have even watched the video on YouTube a couple of times. ::cough:: Mostly my head is full of book, which tends to push blogging over in a forgotten corner, saved for when I have “time”. This […]

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When I tell you I’m falling, you tell me I’m strong….

My next day off is six long working days away, otherwise known as next Wednesday. I did my best to pack all the things–all of them–into today. As usual, I failed. I still haven’t found a way to turn a day off into a bag of holding. But I got some laundry done, errands run, […]

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