by Keri Rozansky | Aug 13, 2025 | Blog
While I waited for edits to my debut to come back, I started a new project. It’s a different genre, and what I feel is an interesting story. It started out as a fun short story about a friend to give to them privately, but the project has taken on a new life. It has acutally become novel length, and worthy of a series.
I’ve finished the first draft of the first story, and am doing a first editing pass. After that, I plan to give it to him to read, and if he approves, I’ll have another series on my hands! I’ll be keeping you all updated here as the situation evolves: big things may be on the horizon!
by Keri Rozansky | Aug 6, 2025 | Blog
We’ve made a big life decision. We’re moving! And moving back to where we spent 16 years before we arrived in our current location in Michigan. After some major thought and planning, the move will be happening very soon – within the next couple weeks, before my son starts college.
We’ve been talking about it since before he graduated high school, but things really only came together in the last month or so. We’re still debating how to get there (drive or fly, each has pros and cons), but it will be a trek no matter what. I can’t say much more at the moment, but know the blog will continue weekly as usual through the month and into the future.
Have you ever planned a big move? How far did you move? What did you choose to bring with you? Let’s talk on Facebook!
by Keri Rozansky | Jul 30, 2025 | Blog
Hi everyone!
My name is Melody Farmington and I’m going to be a junior at Glass High School in the fall! Turner is friends with my brother Scott and they swim and work out at the gym together. We only met Turner when he and his parents started living in our apartment complex. His aunt lives in the complex, too. We’ve met her but not Turner’s parents because they’re out of town on business.
When I’m asked to write about myself I’m never really very sure what to say. I don’t like talking about myself because I feel like it might seem like I’m bragging or being too self-important. But I suppose you do want to know about me, and not just some ‘stats’ like how tall I am or what’s my favorite color.
Scott and I don’t really talk about our family much, but you may know by now that the man that was found dead near Glass Creek was our uncle. Our aunt came to town to help the police and go through his stuff so Scott and I wouldn’t have to. We haven’t lived in Glass long, so we didn’t know the boy who died.
Scott’s in college, but he’s fine with the fact that Turner’s only going to be a senior in high school. He says they have the same goals for some stuff and it’s better to work out with people who have similar goals than with people who are only your own age. Besides, Turner is also going to be going to the college in the fall, so they will have that in common, too.
Okay, more about me, and I guess this is where it’s going to get be like statistics. I’m 16 and started going to Glass High School in the second half of last year, after some stuff happened. This year will be my first full year, and I’m excited. I already know Turner now, and I hope I can make some friends on the girls’ swim and dive team. I’ll be trying out for that – I’ve been diving for a few years now. My life isn’t all about swimming and diving, but it’s a big part of it.
I’m still getting used to Glass, and don’t do a whole lot else. It’s summer, so I’ve been watching The Glass Creek Chronicles for information on things that are happening. I don’t really know anything else to talk about, but thanks for the opportunity to tell you more about myself.
by Keri Rozansky | Jul 23, 2025 | Blog
Writer’s block. It’s the worst thing ever. It can stop your creative juices from flowing for days, weeks, months, and even years. Sometimes writers who have not yet made it their full time career get stuck in the grind of a regular 9-5 job in order to make ends meet – only to have to shove writing aside.
Sometimes, getting in the mood to write has to do is just a matter of making some small changes. Every writer has different ‘requirements’ for the perfect writing environment. Many people love the hustle and bustle of writing in a public place like a coffee shop, where they can also people-watch and get some inspiration if they feel stuck. Still others have a beautiful writing-themed office decorated with their favorite colors, art, and more, they add music – either in the background or directly related to story or characters being written.
Then there’s me. I need bland quiet. My perfect writing space is quiet, unadorned, and a place where I can go and shut the door – shutting the world and its chaos out to focus on myself and my characters. I wouldn’t mind a plain white box of a room or other neutral color that won’t distract me out of the corner of my eye.
One day, I’ll have it. But for now, I have to settle for either a shared office with my husband – who is always taking phone calls or video meetings, or pounding away on his mechanical keyboard, or the living room. I often opt for the living room since during the day there’s not much of a traffic pattern down here and I can close the blinds and control the lighting to quiet my senses.
Then, I start to write or edit. My debut is almost done, and I’ll announce a release date soon, but I’m also working on a new WIP. Creating this perfect writing environment has given me a great start, with the creativity still flowing.
Do you have a task or job you need a ‘perfect’ environment for? What is the job? What makes the ‘perfect’ environment for that job? Let’s talk on Facebook!
by Keri Rozansky | Jul 16, 2025 | Blog
Twelve-year-old Ignatius Ellison was home sick from school when the commotion started. He heard his mother scream, a gunshot, and another scream from his mom followed by yelling and cursing. He grabbed the phone off his nightstand and hid in the closet, burying himself in clothes and hoping not to be found. “Call 9-1-1, call 9-1-1,” he told himself.
His mother screamed again and Ignatius heard his father’s voice join the chaos. More gunshots.
Ignatius took small, shallow breaths and tried not to move. He dialed with shaky hands.
“9-1-1, what’s your emergency?”
”Intruders” and his address as quiet as possible. He added, “in closet.”
“You stay with me, okay?” the operator said. “You tell me when you hear the police.”
Someone stepped onto the creaky wood of his bedroom floor. His dog barked and growled; Its toe nails scratched the floor as it lunged. Ignatius heard the wail of sirens and the commotion changed as the intruders began to make a retreat.
He took a chance and opened the closet door.He approached his window that faced the backyard it just in time to see a man in a yellow shirt and dark jeans jump the fence. Ignatius stared at the man, hoping to remember enough. He panicked again at the sound of footsteps and hurried back to the closet to hide as he had before, but he heard a police officer’s radio and took a deep breath. The officer said something Ignatius didn’t quite understand, and he heard the response “he’s in a closet” over the radio.
The handle wiggled and the officer opened the door, shined his flashlight in, and stepped into the closet. “Hello? Who’s in here?”
Young Ignatius climbed out from under the pile he’d made.
“I’m Officer Young. I won’t hurt you.” The officer extended his hand to help Ignatius out and into the chair at his desk. “I’m here to help. Can you tell me your name?”
Young Ignatius shook his head. Tears stung his eyes and ran down his cheeks.
“I’m here to help. Please tell me your name.”
“Ig-Ignatius.”
“Ignatius. That’s a solid name. I’m here to help you, and my coworkers are downstairs helping your parents.”
Young Ignatius reached out and hugged Officer Young. He felt the officer’s hands on his shoulders and tightened his grip.
“I’m here to help you,” the officer repeated.
Another officer entered the room.
“Ignatius, this is Office Reed. He’s here to help, too. We need to take you and go away for a while so our coworkers can help your parents.”
The officers led him out of his room, down the stairs, and past where other police officers and emergency workers “helped” his dead parents in the living room. They led the boy to a police cruiser and secured him in the back seat.
“We’re going to the police station for now. Your aunt and uncle are meeting us there.”
Young Ignatius buried his face in Officer Young’s side and cried the rest of the way to the station.
Want to know even more about Detective Ellison! Watch the website for the release date of Midnight Splash! Until then, let’s talk on Facebook!
