Writing to Find a Door

Recently I’ve been experimenting with news ways to jump into different creative modes. I have been needing to up my game on routes into several worlds now that I’m juggling multiple complex projects. Playlists by themselves became not enough. One thing that has absolutely been working for me is warm up poetry as I think about the next scene or chapter I’m about to sink my teeth into. I thought I share my recent warm up that I used to get ready for a chapter in book 2 of the Ruby Dawson Saga, The Immensely Powerful.

Cut and dry
Right to the point
Lies slow you down
The rain falls
On the scene
beneath the fear to grieve
I will stop at nothing
Eyes look in an agreement
an understanding
an air of similar pain

no words are needed
but, still they come
an understand
a proper way
empty handshakes
swollen tales
infected promises

an interest
a connection
there is a story here

“I could feel the interest in their interaction. I”ll have to practice something I don’t often. Trust.”

The three ran off into the night.

Interview with Author K.M. Randall

Today I have fellow author K.M. Randall on The Scribbler!

What books have you written?

Fractured Dream (The Dreamer Saga), The Reaper’s Daughter, and I’m currently releasing a companion prequel to Fractured Dream on Wattpad, called Fairytale Lost, and it’s two chapters away from completion.

What are you currently working on? 

I am working on Shattered World, the second book in the Dreamer Saga trilogy. On the side, I’m also working on a Sci-Fi/Fantasy.

What is the first thing that pops into your head when you read: The path stopped short, large hedges broke away revealing a door never seen before.

It makes me think of Mary, just starting to transform from a pale, sullen child to become rosy-cheeked and full of energy discovering the Secret Garden for the first time. It’s a wonderful, magical moment, a favorite book from my childhood. A favorite book today.

If you could climb inside a book for a weeks vacation, what book would it be?

As long as I get to be a witch I’d love to hang out with the aunts, Sally, and Gillian from Practical Magic by Alice Hoffman. It’s one of my favorite books, and I get bored just laying around on the beach. Or else Madeleine L’Engle’s A Ring of Endless Light because I’d hang out with the dolphins.

You are traveling through the forest; you come across large black trees and a goblin sitting by a small fire. After a bit of back and forth, the goblin decides to put a curse on you. The curse is: You could only write four more words for the rest of your life. What four words would they be?

‘Tis never the end.

If you were gifted with your choice of superpower what would it be?


What three fictional characters that have played a hand in inspiring to create characters of your own?

Morgan le Fay
Crystal, Wizard of the Grove series, by Tanya Huff
Jilly Coppercorn, Onion Girl by Charles de Lint

What are you currently reading?

The Goddess Within by Iva Kenaz and First Frost by Sarah Addison Allen.


What is your favorite fairytale?

This is hard since I’ve always loved the Little Mermaid but realized of late that I really hate the true version. As a kid, I thought it was horrifying, so I’m not sure why I decided it was my favorite. There are literally SO many out there, but for mainstream ones I’d have to say Little Red Riding Hood. I like the potential there is for twisting, which I actually did in Fractured Dream. Going along with this, my favorite legend is definitely the King Arthur tales, especially anything surrounding Morgan le Fay.

Where can people find out more about you?


Twitter: @KM_Randall


YouTube: Book Trailers: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCb21ySNq2PYh_Zva0rKtxoA

YouTube: Quirky Book Sirens: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC2i0s1lnBh9oXpJJCJeM4Yg

Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/katrinamendoler

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/8125589.K_M_Randall

K.M. Randall’s Books


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Fire Girl

‘I’m certain I’ll never recover from this,’ she resigned to herself silently. Her hand closed tight around his copper medallion. ‘I’ll keep you with me, I promise. I’ll make it right somehow—’ though she didn’t know how. This would be a promise she’d make out loud if he were there standing in front of her. But, he was somewhere else now—‘how could it be possible I wasn’t alone yesterday. Yesterday I had you, and our small complete world, inside our tent.’ She fell silent again. The fire that was born inside her rose. Images of his body hitting the ground flashed through her mind. ‘I want to stop seeing you die,’ her mind shouted this in raw, exposed pain. The heat in her body spread, the power inside of her caught grasp of everything she had. Her hands now made of flame, the copper token dripped between her fingers.

lie in wait

I close my eyes to visualize her strawberry hair swaying in the summer breeze in large, loose circles. Green eyes that show first the delight in her stride. With a closer more careful inspection sadness lurks in the background. The weights we all carry, contribute to our depth as people, as individuals.

Why judge those for what we do?

Her story-lined eyes settle on me now. Her thin lips curve into a warm and welcoming smile—a gesture I look for more than the kind words she speaks to me—yes, she certainly has those.

As I get closer, her smile grows which seems impossible, but it happens. Warmth and love poured from her. When I was around her, I felt like a treasure—a gift she’s waited a long time for.

When I think of summer, I smell possibilities and taste sweet. The sun’s warmth, a gift she’s given me.

There are no secrets or insecurities. Only honest friendship.

Flowers grow in mixed patterns around weeds, but some stay tall and strong. The essence of the flowers turns the garden into a ballad that any queen would abdicate her throne for.

Tracking Madison

So close

Her smell is everywhere

A hidden path

I can’t find my head

My thoughts filled with birds

Rotten feathers

Distant nightmares

Voices Echo

Tires in rain

Greed for gain

Dollar bills and salt

Fresh blood in my nose

Garbage leads the way

My breath hot

My hands ready

Something to prove

To conquer

Wrapped in good intention

For selfish gain

Proving self

Sacrificing heart

A cage

A door

Invisible lies swell in their hearts

A bitter smell,

pulling at my toes


Needles prod her skin

Loneliness whispers in dark corners

Emptiness swells

I will find her

She will reverse what is done


Follow the fire


dreaming up new projects

A Story Concept I’ve been tinkering around in a notebook or two. I love blurring the lines between fantasy and reality. Any guesses?
A darkness settled in the spaces between the mountains. The Harsh cold began to roll down the cliff sides, causing gusts of sweeping bitterness to lash my face.
I have come so far; I can’t possibly give up now. What would I tell those that dreamt of me?

Orders were handed to me. My mission was clear. The part I didn’t think through was the consequences of not being able to warn them I couldn’t stay long.

Guilt lingers in every conversation shared. It faints every touch. Every cherished moment cursed with the truth I only know. Eventually, I will leave them.
The stars displayed themselves majestically.

Only You

Found a home inside my chest
Vines strangle each rib,
Where the hopeful become the haunted.
All flawless,
Each petal a landscape
A universe to each
A perspective alien to everyone else but me.
Solitary in my cage
You brought me hope
An agreement
Arranged sustenance
The outlines of branches
The Clues in the stars
It was all there.
Dark came too quickly.
Ripped from the ground
Stripped of all its life
A rawness swells in the vulnerability
I miss you

The waves crash into my fear
Blind light quickly follows
Then nothing
Nothing but a blank canvas
Everything erased

Impossible stones falling
Rain washed over truths
I wail
I yell
There is home under the largest tree
Stories are the only proof
Deaf Ears
Wings aren’t given to the weak
We know how hard you fought
A choice made no one but the moon, who calls command to all
Fall Apart
Stand tall
Warmth wraps around you
Make me believe
Impossible seeds
Lay in the shallow soil
A flicker
So much longing.
One day again
Thread around my toes.