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
It’s an early Saturday morning, early enough that it’s still dark outside. I can hear the gutters still draining off the steady rain of the last few days and every now and then, a gust of wind. It’s a nice sound, especially because we have needed the rain so badly. I’m waiting on cover options
We live in an age of new understanding of old traditions and previously accepted history. I doubt that there are many Americans who haven’t at least heard that there is a problem with what we think we know about the beginnings of our country, or that the first “thanksgiving” was not what we learned it was in grade school.
I’m sitting in my home office on a Saturday morning, enjoying the last bit of the Death Wish Coffee before I get my next shipment later in the month, and writing. It is maybe my favorite day of the week, especially when the words are working well. Today is one of those days, when the
I’m the first one in the office, which isn’t unusual. Outside my window, the sun is starting to show itself between the buildings and the cloud cover. I’ve worked from home for the last two days, and my house is not in a good position to watch the sun rise, so this is a nice
I’m sure you can feel it. The anger seething just beneath the surface. The anger of women who have been ignored, belittled, harassed, abused, assaulted, raped and the status quo has failed them time and time again. If you can’t feel it, you must be living in a cave. The swell is coming. I’ve been
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
I recently discovered that Star Trek: The Next Generation is on Netflix. This fills me with a ridiculous amount of glee. I have been watching it every evening this week, starting right from the beginning. Star Trek is a part of my DNA. Some of my earliest tangible memories are around watching the original series
Today has been the first real writing day since my step-father passed away in May. It feels so good to be making words happen again. I have a lot of other things to do this weekend, but the first was writing. I have a lot to chose from when I sit down to write, and
It’s amazing how time flies by and suddenly you realize you haven’t posted to your blog in weeks. After my stepfather’s passing, there was pride and in between and since has been the never ending parade of tasks involved in helping my mother move on. She moved in with my brother and his family yesterday.