I don’t know that I can pinpoint an exact catalyst for becoming a writer. It seems that I’ve been creating and telling stories my whole life. I do know that the idea that I could write actual books with my name on the covers came in my teens. It didn’t start with books, obviously. First
Somehow, it’s Friday again. I’m hoping that I get some writing time this weekend and that my muse is willing to play. Recently, when I have the time, I have the time, I have no input from my muse. It’s problematic. Of course, that doesn’t mean that my muse isn’t working on the book, there’s
I have a form of agoraphobia. I’ve stopped saying “mild agoraphobia” because then it gets dismissed as not a problem and then people don’t understand why I have days like today. Today, I woke up feeling anxious. My heart was beating fast, and when I thought about leaving the house, the beat picked up momentum.
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
May 1st, it’s one of the “big ones” for most modern Pagans. Beltane is a celebration of life, the awakening of the earth, the dancing of the maypole, the fervor of frenzied mating that calls out to all creation that now is the time to seed the fields. Many of my Pagans friends were up
Wednesdays are hard, aren’t they? It’s all hands on deck to push this week up over that hump and we’re already tired from Monday and Tuesday, so it feels like twice as much work. Today, in San Francisco, the air is wet. It isn’t exactly raining, but the fog lies low and it feels like
I’ve been thinking a lot lately on book promotion and how to get new readers. Some of my fellow authors have small “street teams” or early review teams who help get the word out, get reviews up early, and talk about their books on various social media platforms. Are you interested in joining my team?
As a writer, I am a people watcher. I love finding spots where I can sit an unobtrusively observe the world around me. I find the lives of others endlessly fascinating, even in the most mundane activities. Each person has their own story. Some of them more than one. They all come from somewhere. They
I’m sure a lot of writers get repeatedly asked the question about where our inspiration comes from, how do story ideas start. I can’t answer for others, but for me they literally come from everywhere. A snippet of overheard conversation, a random image, a song lyric, a picture can all feed my imagination. Even random