Rough Month

I’m glad December is almost over. This month has been incredibly difficult for my family, including two losses: My dad, as I blogged about a couple of weeks ago, and now one of the family cats, who had been with us for 18 years. I’ve managed to plug away at some writing and editing, which READ MORE

Real-Life Stuff

I do have a life outside of writing, even though writing is a huge part of my life and is mostly what I talk about. But for the past couple of weeks, while I’ve still been writing, I haven’t been writing about writing. Did that make sense? My caffeine intake isn’t keeping up with my READ MORE

Planning and Plotting

I’ve spent the past couple of weeks dealing with some personal life stuff connected with this time of year. It still hasn’t completely died down (tomorrow, December 1, is the anniversary of two very difficult events in my life), but I’m hoping things will even out and I’ll get through the end of November/beginning of READ MORE

It’s Been a Bit…

I didn’t blog the past couple of weeks because I’ve been going my second round of fighting pneumonia, and that’s made it a bit hard to think and function. I’m still not well, and it’s going to take a while before I am. But I wanted to blog in response to what happened in the READ MORE

With Bated Breath…

(And yes, I did spell “bated” correctly.) On Thursday, Oct. 10, I’ll be releasing Ebb and Flow. I am so excited about this book. When I did the edits, I was sad about finishing; I wanted to keep reading about Quinn and Malachi. Of course, to keep reading about them, I have to keep *writing* READ MORE

Long week…

I didn’t do a post last week because I was in the middle of doing multiple other things. Good things, but things that really required a lot of brain power. First, I got a new car. New to me, that is. (It’s actually nearly 10 years old.) This was vital, since my previous car needed READ MORE

Red Sun In the Morning

There’s an old rhyme that my mother (who grew up in a fishing town by the Atlantic Ocean) and my father (who simply found it amusing) taught me: Red sky in the morning, sailors take warning. Red sky at night, sailors delight. My dad tended to add “Red sky at noon, sailors play the bassoon,” but READ MORE