Mostly I hang out with other writers or people who absolutely don’t care that I’m a writer. (I’m looking at you, Dad.) But occasionally I
I’m in the middle (figuratively, not literally) of writing book #3 of my Mystery Writers Mystery series. This one is tentatively titled METAPHOR FOR MURDER.
Did you know that foster kids often have to carry all their belongings in garbage bags? And that when they enter the system it’s almost
I joke that I write amateur sleuth mysteries because I hate research. But what I mean is that I hate the kind of research that
Today marks one year since my spinal surgery. You remember, that day they sliced through the fascia in my upper back, hand-cranked my muscles out
Doing copyedits on a novel is like being sent on the most intense scavenger hunt EVER. Page 43 sends you to the notes on page
They say scent memories are the most overwhelming. But they’re wrong. Yes, when you smell bread baking it might toss you right back into your
It’s been eight weeks since my surgery. I’m cranky and I have a litany of woes. For example, taking a shower hurts my skin. My
Maybe “easy” isn’t quite the right word, but now I can boast that I have a leaf guy, a doggie dermatologist, AND a neurosurgeon on
In an effort to turn back my aging, creaky clock, I’ve started doing yoga again. The benefit of being an aging, creaky clock, of course,