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It’s October, and that hectic time of year when we get ready for winter. While friends are out moose hunting, we went spear hunting for whitefish last night in the Chatanika River. We got our limit last year, smoked and canned them and they were delicious, but we didn’t see anything this time. We’ll try again in a few days so contact me if you want an update.

Here’s a picture of my yard at summer’s end. I gather the rocks from about ten miles out the road and, with the help of my husband and son, load them in our pick-up truck. But once home, the rocks are mine and I build a new section every year. They’re dry stacked. Because of the permafrost we need to let them move with the ground. Because it does. Move. Thaw. Change. React to the heavier rains and longer summers we’re witnessing here in Fairbanks.

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If I turned around and took a picture from my home office, you’d see Interior Alaska’s boreal forest and the black spruce that stretch for miles. It’s rugged, not lush, and though the trees are often no taller than I am, they can be 50 years old and more. They’re tough little things, twisted and built to stand up to harsh winters, and along with the creek, the fox and moose and owls that live here, they’re part of my days.

Writing can feel like that, as if, no matter how much I try to plan and arrange things, the world has more control over my chapters and dialogue, plot-line and character arc than I do.

There are cloudy days when I spend too much time worrying which word to chose. Bright days when my hands fly across the keyboard. Birdsong days when every character calls for a line in the story. There are hard winter days when my eyes burn and my back refuses to sit one minute longer in the chair. And there are crisp snow days when ideas flow and the story feels so right, it’s nearly physical.

But whatever else is going out there, I am celebrating the arrival of my full line of back-list novels. Sunder, Eclipse and Seed (fantasy), Summer Light, and Daughter of the Shaman (prehistories) are now available in paperback and eBooks, in book stores or on line. And I’m looking forward to bring out my newest novel, THE POWER WE SHARE. It's filled with pirates and witches, battles at sea and magic... for a price.

I hope you enjoy poking around my web site and learning more. Use the contact page for questions or comments, and if you have a few moments, write a brief review on Amazon or Goodreads, and thanks.

Shortlisted for the prestigious Crawford Award for BEST FIRST FANTASY novel by the INTERNATIONAL ASSOCIATION FOR THE FANTASTIC IN THE ARTS, Guttenberg’s high fantasy novel of myth and magic, gods and desire pulls the reader to the edge of nightmare.

Spirit Singer and Shaman. A novel of life in Ancient Alaska, Book One.

Elik was not like the others.  She could not sew a sealskin with the tiny stitches that would make a kayak watertight in winter storms.  She could not set a trap as silently as drifting snow.  Or throw the weighted strands of a bola into a flock of birds, or predict the weather.

But this she could do:  She could sing the spirit songs, almost like a shaman.

 

 

 

The journey continues. A novel of life in Ancient Alaska, Book Two.

Elik’s quest to become a shaman continues  as  she joins  her  husband in his search for revenge against the man that murdered his father.
Traded.  Separated.  Alone.  Elik finds herself caught between vengeance and unimagined love,  in a new land  where starvation must be met with courage and hope can be found only with the magic of the Shaman Song coiled inside her.