My Sweet Precious Literary Baby of Wonder, Oh How You Shine like a Supernova!

BPFull CoverI began writing what would become Broken Parts almost seven years ago. It started as a depressed rant, which I then attributed to a fictional character, and an entire story began to unfold. I had no idea what I was even writing at first, but I ran with it. The characters felt right, the story became deeply cathartic, and before I knew it, I had a completed novel.

Then when I finished, the characters were still so vivid in my mind and full of more plot, that I ended up writing a second novel. Then came short stories, a third novel, a novella, and outlines for many more associated projects all in the works.

I’ve been fortunate to receive a considerable amount of encouragement along the way from a great number of writer and editor friends, as well as beta readers. Across the board, people seem to be in love with these characters. If I had a nickel for every time I heard “Why isn’t this published yet?” I wouldn’t even need to sell any copies to make money on the whole thing. (Seriously, people, where are those nickels?)

This story is my literary baby. My precious bundle of wonderment and glowing love. I want to hold it to my chest and never, ever let it go.

Finally this August Broken Parts will be released to the masses, and I couldn’t be more vomitously ill with excitement!


You can preorder the novel in ebook or print format from most major online retailers, or through the Blue Skirt Productions website for just $15.99 (free US shipping). And if you haven’t read it already, you can nab the prequel novella Blood Gravity that was released last September at a discount from the Blue Skirt site when you preorder Broken Parts, getting both books for $19.99. (Note that the novel was written so that it can stand alone. The novella is simply a short side story giving a glimpse into the history of the characters.)

I’ve also got a website I’m working on for this story world. Not much there yet, but I’m hoping to add more over time. Check it out at if you feel so inclined. And stay tuned—there will be an illustrated journal coming out in November, the second full novel in February, and hopefully another new item from this series every three months for the next two years. (There’s a lot of content in this here reservoir.)

If and when you encounter or acquire this book and engage in the activity of reading it, I’d love to hear what you think. Send me a message. Leave a review on Goodreads. Tell your friends. Spread the love. Hug a stranger. Etc.

Oh, and COME TO THE TABOO TEN MINUTE PLAY FESTIVAL in Portland and see my play “Brothers” which was based on the novel, alongside nine other brilliant productions at the Clinton Street Theater at 7:00pm on August 7th, 8th, and 9th. I will probably be hauling copies of this book with me wherever I go, so if you find me there or anywhere else, just ask. Maybe I’ll give you a free ARC. Maybe I’ll give you my firstborn child.

Microfiction Monday: Mother

Since I failed to post a microfiction piece last week, this week’s story is twice the normal length, coming in at just under 200 words.


A woman visits her daughter’s kindergarten class and speaks to a boy, telling him she’s his biological mother. After school, she drives both her daughter and the boy home.

“How can we both be your kids if we’re in the same grade?” the boy asks.

“You’re twins,” the woman says. “But I had to give you up when you were five months old.”

The woman plays an audio recording as they drive. The recording tells of a woman driving two kids when her car crashes and one of the kids dies. The boy realizes this is about to happen, but there is nothing he can do. They get in a wreck and the girl dies.

The woman takes the boy to a secluded house. She makes him pretend to be five months old, which involves wearing diapers, being dressed like a baby, and punishment if he doesn’t fulfill the role. But she lets him grow up quickly, and after a few short months, she says, “You’re ready for kindergarten. Soon you’ll meet your sister there.”

The woman visits her son’s kindergarten class and speaks to a girl, telling her she’s her biological mother.

Sister Princesses

Borrowing on an idea from my cousin’s blog (click here), I’m posting a story narrated by my three-year-old. This was actually composed a few weeks ago when she tagged along, as she often does, to the grade school writing group I lead on Wednesdays. It is filled with adventure, wild animals, and cannibalism. Without further ado:

Sister Princesses
By Alice Jane Towell

That princess had magical pink powers. She built her rainbow castle. She is building and she said, “Enough!”

She iced her and mixed her up to ice.

Ajenna is the princess. She abominated her sister and she made a snow castle. Ice blasted until she covered the kingdom. She locked the door and closed it. And she will never come back again.

She—her name is a different girl. She was pink and blue princess. Her name was Rainbow. And she found a boy that was pink and silver and icy and he was definitely still silver. And she spelled letters with magical powers including her own lizard.

And that was a girl lizard. And she found a girl zebra. Rainbow found a girl zebra. It was Elsa because she’s from Frozen. And Anna was her sister. And it changed her. And that princess was not a rainbow princess anymore. She was Elsa the ice princess.

And Elsa bominated her sister and iced her all up and mixed her into chocolate ice that she could eat. Because she ate Elsa because she turned into chocolate and she will see her sister never again.

The end.