Thanátou and Mörderin (The Blood Witch Saga) out now!
There is something to be said about the ways a round of interviews during job hunting can help narrow your focus on what it is you do and why. Sure, I get tired of talking about myself all the time (I’m not really all that interesting to be honest), but as you answer the same
Being an author is an odd sort of thing, I suppose, especially to those who are not *people who write* and especially not for those who also do not read. I was a voracious reader as a child. I absorbed words like a sponge. Stories were vehicles that transported me out of my bedroom and
It’s little secret that my muse, whom I lovingly call Brain, has been out on walkabout since I lost my job. Between the stress of job hunting and the stress of Pride, she couldn’t handle the pressure and took off. It happens. Muses are fragile creatures, after all. There have been signs of her return,
This time of year is my busy season. Being out of work hasn’t eased any of it, in fact, in a lot of ways it’s made it harder, busier. Looking for work is a full time job, as they say. Add in the work I do for SF Pride, and some freelance editing, not to
Among my earliest memories, there is Star Trek, you know, the original series that started the phenomenon. I couldn’t tell you how old I was, but I can tell you about the ugly brown couch with the weird texture that we sat on to watch it, and that I watched it with my father. I
I have rededicated my efforts to build on my Patreon, and decided that a good way to kick that off is a special offer. For the next 30 days, through 4/16, all new patrons, and anyone increasing their tier, will get a personalized, hand written postcard from my stash of postcards, some of which date
A few years back, a friend who is also an author, turned me on to a conference that takes place in Colorado in October. It isn’t a writing convention, but a lot of the people there are authors. It isn’t a readers convention, though everyone there are readers. I couldn’t go last year because I
When I was still in high school, someone from the church we were attending found an old typewriter and had it cleaned up and repaired and I found it under my Christmas tree. We were barely making ends meet, and with little money left over for gifts, my mother had reached out to the church
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