Iffy Magic: the Pink Cover

Iffy Magic got a pink and pearly makeover! Can you find all nine marbles hidden in the new cover?

  

The porcelain rose belonged to my great grandmother, Ruby Mae, the rose quartz rock was a gift from my grammie, Nancy Anne, and the velvety scarf that serves as a background was a surprise present from my sister Becci because she is keenly aware of my excessive adoration of all hues pink. The wings came from a fairy from my mother-in-law that I accidentally broke, which proves that it's wise to hoard even your broken sparkly bitsies. You never know when they might prove useful. The acorn, pearl branch, and pink rose slipper were all thrifted treasures. 

I barely saved the shoe from the bins, the last stop before the landfill. Every pixie in the Goodwing family is named after roses, and Primrose whips up shoes with her magic whenever she is nervous, so I think it fits perfectly with her character.

What a difference a month can make. I'm plowing through my Agent Regalia chapters and revisions with the help of my secret Alpha Reader A and my amazing SCBWI ink group, learning how to use Artweaver, and the month isn't even halfway over yet. 

Stay tuned for a lunar surprise on June 18th . . . I am about to start a splendiferous new Wednesday tradition! And I don't use the word "splendiferous" lightly. 

 

 

 

Dark Starlight

I'm ever so slow these days! Poor Agent Regalia is stalling on chapter 17, and I've decided that my MG SF verse novel Bad Species needs a complete revision. I'm also not currently subbing my triad of children's books because I've decided I want to figure out my own personal illustration style, which will involve a lot of fun experimenting and practice.

My younger self would've felt discouraged and impatient at my glacially slow progress. But now, my only desire is to stab the blank paper with ink and leave pinpricks of dark starlight on the page! Even if it is only a single asterisk. That too, is treasure.

A dust mote of dreams. 

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Spring Marbles

Alas, I live in a northern clime and have no cherry blossoms. But I do have these lovely spring-pink marbles. 

Happy World Marbles Day!

A Fond Farewell to YRLR

Today I bid farewell to Young Ravens Literary Review. Elizabeth and I helmed 21 issues from 2014-2024. The ending is bittersweet, and while no good thing lasts forever, I'll never forget the journey! Thank you all the stelliferous contributors who breathed life into our humble little online journal. May your creative ink and dreams continue to fill the world with wonder.  

 

Review of Tangible Creatures

As an indie author, I'm extremely grateful when someone takes a chance on my work. And also terrified that it won't measure up to their expectations! If my other stories and novels are windows into my soul, then the poems and photos in Tangible Creatures are decades of kaleidoscopic shards that make up my life, like a stained-glass window, both the bright bits and the sharp. This poetry collection is a gift to my mom, who will never read it. But I believe the ink still carries my heart to her . . . if only as an echo. My profoundest thanks, Luisa, for your thoughtful review:

With skillfully crafted insightful poems and color photography, S.E. Page’s Tangible Creatures is a clear-sighted meditation of the earthly and celestial, of joy and grief. Page’s observant eye and perceptive mind turn the quotidian into wonderous: “snow is on fire with moonlight,” “damselflies beat satin-black/the day,” and a mother’s ashes are rescued from “a red/ plastic pot from Marshall’s” and divided using “an 1877 silver spoon.” Tangible Creatures is a big-hearted invitation to “count petals/ together like stars/ and make such gems/of our sorrows.”  

—Luisa Caycedo-Kimura, Author of All Were Limones

 

Eat My Sparklestars, 2025!

I hate making New Year's resolutions. They always go sideways for me, flittering away into the cosmos like a nervous laugh that lasts just long enough to be awkward. So I am determined NOT to make any this year! I will hold my wishes close and secret, and pour my courage and confidence into Maya Angelou's wisdom:

"You can't use up creativity. The more you use, the more you have."

I don't know what or how much I will be able to accomplish this year, but I will throw my messy, dream-spangled heart into it! That much, I promise.

 

Stay tuned for the eclosion of Cynestia Moon . . .