I find it hard to believe that not everyone has read EYES WITHOUT A FACE, my novel about a female serial killer. She...
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I Get By With A Little Help From My Friends
Hi, all, I know I went silent for a few weeks. Nothing wrong here at all. More like needing to clear my head and focus...
‘Twas the Night Before Deadline
I run this poem every year in honor of all my writer peeps out there. with apologies to CLEMENT CLARKE MOORE...
Thoughts on Buying Books
If you are not a writer or an aspirating writer, this post will likely bore you. It's about buying books for signing...
Cosmic Dis-ease
I don't usually wear my patriotism like a protective cloak, but I will post this after the 15th anniversary of 9/11....
Writing as Catharsis
Over the past few weeks, I've had many conversations with readers about where writers find their ideas. Do we write...
Empowerment
I want to talk about empowerment. Empowering women, to be exact. I often use an image of Wonder Woman as my avatar...
Villages
Over the past two weekends, I've had the pleasure of meeting many writers and readers at two separate conferences. At...
Ampersands, A Happy Symbol
We've all seen the tee-shirt: "Let's eat Grandma. Let's eat, Grandma. Commas save lives." And every writer is familiar...
National Girlfriends Day
That's right. Today, August 1, is National Girlfriends Day. I might of missed it if my gal pal, Kim Dalferes, fellow...
Paying Homage to Anne Lamott’s Shitty First Drafts
Anne Lamott will forever by memorialized (even though she is very much alive) for coining the phrase, “shitty first...
Summers, Past and Present
You know you're getting more mature (that is a synonym for older) when you think back on the summers of your youth and...