I am working on a short story this morning, a foray into the world of horror. The story itself has been floating around in my head for years, and I figured it was time to bring it into being. It’s another rainy Saturday here in California, and I’m still down with the cold that attacked
Happy Saturday, Readers! I hope that you’re safe and warm and out of all of this crazy weather! Here in Northern California it’s been very wet and colder than we’re used to, making for good times to stay inside with a good book and a cup of tea. I’m now a week + out from
It’s an #amwriting Saturday. I need to cut some time out of my writing time to do some tasks for my publisher to help with promo opportunities. I don’t think it’s any secret that I’m not very good at promo myself. I find myself easily frustrated with the whole marketing aspect of being an author.
My those two weeks of vacation disappeared in a flash! I had an amazing time visiting Rome and Pompeii and Florence and Venice and Paris! Lots of great food and lots of wonderful vistas. I got home last week, but was unfortunately sick with a cold I picked up in Paris. Woke up with it
Today began with dropping my favorite coffee mug (well, one of them, in this case the one I keep in the office) on the floor in the office kitchen and smashing it into about five pieces. Smashing, no? I shook it off and got some coffee started and set out to dig through my email.
I am knee deep into editing an anthology of awesome stories told by amazing female writers. It’s a wonderful assortment that spans sci-fi, fantasy and horror and in some cases mixes them together. It’s always interesting to me how individual writers interpret a prompt or theme. The theme here is all about rebellion and ghosts,