Hello, anyone who is wanting to know what the heck is going on with me and my books! And the goats, too. Although, alas, I believe the goats have relocated to the mountains of Elsewhere, or else the people pretending…
Hello, anyone who is wanting to know what the heck is going on with me and my books! And the goats, too. Although, alas, I believe the goats have relocated to the mountains of Elsewhere, or else the people pretending…
Alright, so Michael Pockley and I had our joint book launch and art exhibition last Saturday, and I’ve come to the conclusion that we were living in alternate realities for the 5 hours or so that it lasted. I blame…
So, the book launch is tomorrow, and the books finally got here! But they almost didn’t. Get here. In time, I mean. Because this morning my twenty copies of Heiress of Magic (the book the launch is for) were still…
Okay, so I’m worth crap-all right now, because like anyone else who has a full-time day job that whips the frigging CRAP out of you while you’re trying to do something called ‘feeding myself and any other poor sucker that’s…
“One last kiss.” She rose up on her tiptoes. He met her halfway, his arms wrapping around her waist and lifting her off the ground. “Now fight,” she whispered against his teeth. – Excerpt from a deleted scene from Heiress…
Hello, friends, fans and anyone just randomly stumbling in! Welcome! So, I was wondering what my next blog post should be, and Deb E. Howell became the cosmic messenger bestowing upon my ever-so-humble self a sign by tagging me for…
Unless you’re that irksome breed of Are-you-really-human perfect, born with a surgical smile on your face and a freaking yellow brick road in your stars, then at one point you’ve stood on the edge of giving up. I’m talking about…
Alright, I’m closing out the year with a recap of the year as part of an Author Blog Hop. So let’s see what comes out… What happened to me in 2013: Not much. I got a job! I wrote a…
I cast a quick glance back over my shoulder. Keep my voice to a whisper so my captors don’t overhear… They can’t get suspicious. If they catch me, they’ll stop even these few meager lines from escaping my weary fingers.…