I saw the news last night, just as I was going to bed. I couldn’t process it. The idea that someone targeted children, that someone hated with such violence that they would purposely walk into a crowd of children to detonate a device that would maim and kill seemed impossible, not believable. So much of our “news” these
Like many independent authors, I can not give up my day job because it is the only thing keeping a roof over my head and the internet paid for. Which isn’t to say that sales have been bad. But if I was relying on book sales to keep me ensconced in comfy pajama pants and cat
One of my favorite things in the world right now is the growing awareness of female writers in genres that have been dominated by men for as far back as books have been getting published. In fact, it’s one of the reasons that I embraced alternative publishing right from the beginning. In the “traditional publishing”
I have a confession to make. I have never been to a book festival or convention or other celebration of books. Not as a reader, certainly not as a writer. Some of the reasons for this are fundamental issues of who I am, namely the agoraphobic part of who I am. Large crowds, even mediocre
One of the projects I’m working on right now is the assembly and edit of an (as yet unnamed) anthology of short stories from fellow Creativia authors that all stem from the same prompt. It amazes me how so many authors can begin in the same place and take such divergent paths to weave together
I am childless by choice. When I was younger I thought I wanted a big family, with lots of kids. Then I thought I only wanted one. I even took a few steps toward making it happen. But in the end, I eventually realized that I did not need a child born from my body
Sometimes I think that the Mondays that follow productive weekends are harder than the ones that follow lazy weekends. We’re heading into the time of year when I have little time for lazy. There are obligations and volunteer duties, family time and other crazy stuff. I have volunteered with San Francisco Pride for better than
There’s something about going green…I mean, it’s not like it’s strange these days to see people with wild colors in their hair. On a daily basis I see blues and pinks and purples in a variety of shades and styles. But green isn’t as common. I’ve always loved the color, from a faded mint to
