A Conspiracy of Witches – 2016 NaNoWriMo

‘Tis the season of the witch! With October comes the “thinning of the veil” and a reconnection with the spirit world.  Oh, and the mad-dash to prep for NaNoWriMo  – National Novel Writing Month. Nano officially launches on November 1st. The challenge is to write a 50,000-word novel in 30 days. Crazy right? That’s what I love about Nano!

This is my third Nano and I’ve learned a thing or two. This year I’ve done a bit of prep work and actually have a story outline, character sketches and a few plot points developed. I’ll be blogging weekly on my progress. For now, let me share a short synopsis (work in progress) of my novel.


In the small coastal town of Harvest Haven, overlooking the Puget Sound, an eclectic writer’s group serves as a front for a modern day witches’ coven in search of new recruits. Newcomer, Selena Bodin unwittingly stumbles upon the group of writers having coffee and scones at the local bakery and is invited to join them for a cup of joe and a spoonful of local gossip.  Will Selena be enchanted by the witches’ charms or repelled by their dark magic? And what of her husband, Gabe Bodin and his skeptical nature? How will he respond to his wife’s obsession with magic?

As the Bodin family settles into their old victorian home on the outskirts of town a dark cloud descends on Harvest Haven and the Coven. Shannon Strathmore the coven’s legal counsel has met with an untimely death. Was it an accident or was dark magic at play? The Coven, comprised of six chairs, six witches, now has a vacancy in chair number five.

Join me, dear reader, on a journey of mystery and intrigue as we unravel the history of the town, the Coven and the ever mysterious Selena Bodin, the Southern Witch.

~ Bright Blessings ~

Poetry ~ The Path

the path

Nary, Nary, I dare not tarry to find my own way home. 

Through the wood and bramble berry, I walk this path alone. 

Unto the stars, my eyes do linger

and to the moon, I stretch a finger

and call upon the goddess above

to shine her light on truth and love. 

High aloft a zephyr blows

and the goddess speaks of all she knows. 

“My darling, darling, daring girl

who dares to step beyond her world,

to truth and love each path does lead,

each path a lesson in which to heed. 

Walk in the knowing as life unfolds

each truth revealed, avows your soul. 

Your mortal life, confined to seasons,

live it fully, search not for reasons!

March on dear girl, through wood and berry. 

Trust the way, lest you tarry!”

Poetry By Sue