Posted in Fiction

The Cross’s Key: Chapter 1 (a Snippet)

The following text is from my new novel, The Cross’s Key


Voices quarreled, shouted, cried, prayed. It culminated Kyle’s conscious, as he lay face down on the dusty ground. Voices drew near. Kyle slid his eyes open. Dust blew by and caught in his lashes causing hi to blink a few times. He lifted his head, pushed his torso up, and lumbered to his knees. Sitting on his heals, he checked out his surroundings.

The sight before him took his breath away, and he was glad he was on his knees, or he would’ve ended up on them anyway. Although he remained at a distance, the horror before him grabbed his gut. There before him…..

Posted in Poetry

Life’s Pool by L. M. Montes

Floating eyes moved side to side,
gazing in world filled wonder,
but when a hand prayed to abide,
the heart ran off to yonder.

Needles pointed inward,
stabbed the brain toward death,
the heart continued wayward,
and stole the lungs of breath.

Waves of goodness swept and swayed,
life’s ups and downs they fought,
then One above heard all I prayed,
in snares I wasn’t caught.

Posted in Fiction

Choosing a Genre

Whether you are writing a book or reading one, you’re choosing a genre.

  • Genre: The dictionary definition of genre is as follows “A class or category of artistic endeavor having a particular form, content, technique, or the like:” It involves, “a kind, category, or sort, esp. of literary or artistic work.”

Nonfiction, fiction, and poetry are the three main literary genres, but there are many subgenres within each of these three. I’m going to pick on fiction and list some of these subgenres below.

  • horror
  • mystery
  • fantasy
  • legend
  • thriller
  • science fiction
  • crime
  • romance

Let’s say you want to write a short story, but you don’t know which kind you want to write. Well, what interests you the most? If you are an avid reader of fantasy fiction, then chances are you’re familiar with that subgenre. In that case choosing fantasy would be best. But what if you wanted to challenge yourself and write in a subgenre you are not familiar with? Then choose one outside your comfort zone. If you do that, make sure you do your homework and read a few books or short stories in that unfamiliar subgenre and do some reading up on it. Trust me, they all have their particular rules one must adhere to when writing in them.

There is no hard and fast rule when it comes to choosing a genre. It really is up to you and what your goals are.

Posted in Poetry

Peace by L. M. Montes

Stillness rages through the blood,
it doesn’t pump but floats along,
idly waving angst goodbye,
and resting hearts in calmness.

Nothing wages in my mind,
no lightning struck its worry down
to caste problems’ electric current
through the veins of life’s dark night,
only peace has struck its might.

So here in canyons looking down,
I hear an echo of yesterday’s taunts,
now, melted, broken ice,
warmth slid its soft feathers ’round me,
soothing lofty love of life’s kind gestures
upon the tranquil pillow of my soul.

Posted in Social

Pretend

When I was a kid, my sister and I would play pretend all the time. I loved those times because we didn’t have a care in the world. We didn’t have the responsibility of grown ups yet. The freedom to dream stuff up while we played brought about so much enjoyment. Then as we grew older our interests changed (obviously). I remember, too, as a kid, not wanting to grow up because it meant taking on responsibilities outside of being fun. I think many of you can relate. Then, when I did get older, I wanted those not so fun responsibilities. Why? Because it meant a whole different kind of fun. But the pretend didn’t go away. Not really. It changed course by coming in the form of story telling and poetry writing.

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Writing fiction and creating poetry gave me that same playful satisfaction that playing pretend as a child had. But not everyone writes. We’re all different and, therefore, we enjoy different things. I have one friend who loves to fish and goes on fishing expeditions by himself. It’s a time for him to relax and regroup. Plus it gives that time to allow his mind to take in the beauty of where his is. If feeds his soul.

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What is your pretend time? What is your enjoyment? If you don’t have anything that frees up your mind and body from the day’s stressors, find something. If you can’t figure out what that something is, try different things. For me, as mentioned above, it’s my writing.

Posted in Poetry

Played by L. M. Montes

A sparkle sprinkled through the day,
when welcomed touch you sent my way,
I turned and looked into your eyes,
there love’s wonder made me sigh.
But was it love or just a lie,
to raise emotions up so high,
then throw them down and cast away,
never to love another day.

Posted in Poetry

Moving On by L. M. Montes

As I saunter toward the river’s path,
a gentle breeze tickles my cheek and pass by,
floating, billowing, wafting about
and circling back while picking up scents
of violets teetering side to side.

I halt at the hint of violet upon the breeze,
wondering if the scent will carry itself back to me,
but no, it’s not to come to pass again,
just freshness, newness, playfulness of life
introduces itself to me with every step and passing breath.

Posted in Writing

Don’t Rush

Writing, whether you are writing fiction or nonfiction, is more than the act of writing itself. It is a process and it all takes time. Rushing through from the beginning to the end will only get you no where very fast. This is not a post about the writing process; although, that is come up in a future post. No. This post is about taking your time with it. Let’s dig in.

I understand the urgency to get the finished product in front of people. Trust me when I say, readers know when a writer/author sped through their writing. How, you might ask? The writing itself will be bad. There will be misspellings, awkward sentences, punctuation in places there doesn’t need to be any and vice versa, plot holes, and/or the format is all wrong. The list goes on and on. I’m not talking about a few errors, because we all make mistakes. I’m talking about many. You might say that a piece of writing like this needed a good editor. That is correct. However, here again, the time was not taken to even edit the piece. Editing takes time, too. Trust me. I’m not talking about a couple of days or a week. Instead, I’m talking about months. Then beta readers have to read it first before putting it out to the public. The beta readers, or test readers, will give you viable feedback in regards to what is and isn’t working with your story or book.

Once you get feedback from your beta readers, look at their recommendations one at a time, and fix them if you agree with their assessment. Remember, it’s your writing, so it is up to you as the writer to do with your piece as you see fit.

Here is a list that should give you a picture of the length of time it takes to write a book…..

  • Planning- How you plan your story is up to you.
  • Draft one- Depending on the length of your story (book length) it can take 1 to 3 years for draft one. My second novel is over 500 pages and took me three years to finish the first draft. But remember, we are all different, and life gets in the way.
  • Draft two- No, you are not starting over from the beginning. What you are doing at this stage is taking your first draft and working with it from the beginning to the end. What you will be doing is tweaking your story, characters, structure, looking for plot holes, etc.
  • Draft three- Repeat draft two process. Yes, there might be things you will miss.
  • Do you need a fourth draft and beyond? That is up to you.
  • Self editing- You will want to edit your story/manuscript first before you send it to an editor.
  • Editing- Get a good editor. Shop around. Don’t hire the first one that comes along unless they come with good references.

As you can see, writing a book is not a quick process. Take great care with what you are writing. You want to please your readers not make them shut the book before it begins.

Posted in Poetry

Moments by L. M. Montes


Moments flicker in the sun,
at times not seen,
as we run,
Stay and linger for a while,
bask in warm light,
and in style,
Maybe see me on the beach,
breathing salt air,
I outreach
for you who sees beauty’s dawn,
and sings to me,
songs bygone,
Sweetest scented breezes fill
me as you sing
of love’s thrill.

Posted in Poetry

Weekly Tides by L. M. Montes

On Sunday I took a stroll down the sidewalk gazing at the sky,
when all at once a water splatter knocked my to the side,
I jerked my head in said direction only to see a sly
smile pasted to a child’s cheeks.

On Monday rain and darkness spread across the day,
mocking me with smirking chills and wind along the way,
a sigh burst from my chest and with it any happy splay
of goodness for the coming week.

Tuesday painted a blue sky with light white cloud streaks
sashaying from north to south and dancing on the breeze,
A beautiful day and feeling from morn to night I’ll see,
But in the distance dreaded clouds leak.

Wednesday chugged me up a hill with slowness and sloth,
dankness of a sludgy day of gray air upon which flew a moth,
I should not dwell on darkness shrouding day like sackcloth,
More power lies in light for all to seek.

Thursday churned pre-weekend folly set upon the wind,
thoughts of coming attractions from which I can’t rescind,
grabs my motivations for fun that made me grin,
But shouldn’t caution overtake actions that could be bleak?

Friday sailed through morning’s window with scented fresh
air of coming relaxation at the end of a busy week of mesh
and grayness that had pressed upon my intellect and flesh,
Oh how the coming weekend appears so sheik.

Saturday woke me at noon with a headache and a crash,
laughed then spread the curtains wide with sun upon my lash,
knives pierced my temples as they gouged and dug with brash
pain as I waited for soothing Sunday and the start of another week.