By the time they got the last of the boats inside it was full dark, his blisters had broken, and Edoran was so tired he didn’t care if the pirates came or not. Some of the boats were tall enough for a man standing on them to see over the wall, but they weren’t tall enough to form the walkway the fishermen needed. They hadn’t even built the new gate yet.

He summoned the last of his strength and climbed the ladder to the tallest boat, which Togger was using as a scouting platform. “It’s still not defensible,” Edoran told the fisherman. “In fact, it’s...it’s...”

“Death trap is the word you’re looking for,” said Arisa, following him up the ladder. She didn’t look nearly as tired as Edoran felt, curse her.

--Rogue's Home

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Montage of book covers

I'm the poster child for persistence. This cover montage represents seventeen years spent writing, seriously, for publication, before my first novel sold. During those years I had my office in several places: a corner of the kitchen table, a corner of the basement, a corner of the living room, and its current location that used to be the TV room but is now...the office. And in every room (except the kitchen and living room) I kept the wall over my desk empty—blank. No posters, no writing tips, no photos or prints—that wall was for my book covers. Seventeen years of blank walls. But right now, if I lift my eyes from my computer screen I see these book covers, in the same configuration that you see them here. Inspiration, maybe. Perspiration for sure. But also, Persistence. For as long as it takes.