Sci-fi Swashbuckling in THE HORNED EDGE

Yes, I have a red-haired princess who can use a sword.
The pirates want more than treasure.
They want to conquer and loot an entire nation—
hey, an entire planet!
Instant space travel is possible
… just make sure there’s air.
Gotta have science in sci-fi,
as well as pirates and princesses.

Tears and Darth Vader

1. Remembering how grateful I am to have 3 grown kids: Peter, Amy,and Mary. They’re my friends as well as my precious kids, and now I also have the people they have added to my family.

2. I will have a tear of joy in my eye when I get over this rotten URI.

Rosemary Althoff’s Newsletter

You will read and see progress with my writing, be taught various communication and writing skills, and see features of other writers.

Above 🆙 is a link to see my August newsletter. It is always free, and I do not share your email addresses. Click on the photo of the waterfall, and a sign-up page to subscribe to the newsletter will appear.

For an instance of a featured book,
see Sarah Baughman’s historical adventure
with a message,
A FLAME IN THE DARK.

The Judge’s Dilemma: A Thrilling New Courtroom Drama (in Progress)

By Rosemary Althoff and Xavier DeSoto

THE JUDGE’S DILEMMA: Life is good in New Orleans for Jeremiah Delacroix, Yale law graduate headed for a cushy job in a white-glove NOLA law firm—until his beloved 93-year-old family maid approaches him with an astounding request. She wants to retain him to take a case involving a land grab with a brutal riot and even murder. The target: Jeremiah’s father and his entire estate.

My Journal

What brings you peace?

A doctor once told me, “Writing longhand is a good way to regulate a surging, overactive hippocampus. Choose a memory—a good one—and write about it longhand using sensory details. The physical and mental practice of writing causes that organ of the brain to engage, and it begins to slow down.”

My hippocampus, accompanied by a distraught amygdala.

When my mind races, especially if I’m anxious, I grab a pen and my journal and just plunge into writing. The words are not brilliant because I’m not crafting a novel, I’m just pouring out my heart.

Rosemary’s Journal

In a little while, I calm down. I can, like one of the Shepherd’s sheep, wander into the green pasture and lie down beside the still waters. He restores my soul.