I’m not really sure where January, February, March, April and May have all gotten themselves off to, but I hope they’re having fun. It seems like just a day or two ago I was struggling to remember to write 2017 on things instead of 2016 (or the inexplicable occasions where I wrote 1996….what?), and here
I love my weekend mornings. They start with coffee and words. It’s my time to write, or in some cases, edit. The first few hours of the day are peaceful and quiet and I get to step out of the world I live in to inhabit some place filled with magic…well, mayhem as well. What
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
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
