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Setting Map

Image• Posted on November 1, 2025October 31, 2025 by L. M. Montes

Genres: Fiction and Nonfiction

Image• Posted on June 26, 2025July 28, 2025 by L. M. Montes

I use Scrivener for when I am writing. Some authors prefer Microsoft Word, and that’s ok. I have used Word in the past, but Scrivener fits my purposes best. When I finish writing a book, I export my manuscript to Microsoft Word and edit there. After I am finished with my own edits, I send it to my editor. When they are finished, they send it back. It’s still in Word. Then comes the book formatting. For this I then export it from Word to Atticus. There are other book formatting programs out there, like Vellum, but Vellum is for Mac computers only. I don’t use a Mac.

Here are some links to the above programs so you can check them out if you are ever in need of them.

Scrivener
https://www.literatureandlatte.com/

Atticus
https://www.atticus.io/

Vellum
https://vellum.pub/

Plot/Story

There Are Times to Plan

Posted on January 3, 2025 by L. M. Montes

If you’re the type of writer who writes by the seat of your pants (pantser), there are times when you have to sit down and plan. How you plan out your story depends on which method suits you as an individual. I know writing by the seat of your pants feels comfortable, but when your story starts getting away from you, that’s when you know it’s time to stop, take a deep breath, let it out, and organize your plot/subplots.

Anecdotes

Depleted

Posted on September 6, 2024 by L. M. Montes

As I lay here dark and depleted, wondering if I can return from battles and travels of a hard fought war, can I make it for one more?

Fiction

Waves of Time

Posted on September 3, 2024 by L. M. Montes

Waves–

Keep coming–

So we have to change with the waves of time,

As the waves approach, we have to react.

Fiction

A Thousand Miles from Nowhere by K. McMahill

Posted on August 29, 2024March 28, 2025 by L. M. Montes

When was the last time you smelled a rose,
when was that last time you smelt that sweet smell of morning dew or grass after a rain? What would you do if there was one more day, like a last sunset on the winter fire, wishing I had one more day?

Being a thousand miles from nowhere
not knowing where I’ll be tomorrow,
waking up to bruises on my memory. Blood stains all around, the smell of iron and sulfur surrounding me a thousand miles from nowhere…

not knowing who I’ll be.

I try not to call out in the night to the dream that calls my name a thousand miles away. Burning of the bodies is the same every time, burying the pain in the old cold heart, while being a thousand miles away. Wishing and hoping for it to rain like hell, dreaming of a bad day of fishing, wishing I had one more day. Sometimes I sleep, sometimes I weep not knowing why, like I’m dead…but…alive trying to ride but end up falling…

The whiskey can’t bring me back, and I can’t drink it away. I pricked my thumb on the rose I was smelling to see if I still bleed…a thousand miles from nowhere.