I can now die happy. Sitting beside me as I write this is a physical copy of "Dance of Souls." From the moment I first knew I wanted to be a writer (around age 8), I dreamed of my words in printed form, in someone else's hands to read. I wanted to be on the... Continue Reading →
What you missed last night
The reading last night was great. I was so happy to be in a welcoming space (the Dove and Olive Works in San Mateo) with a supportive audience (fellow members of the San Francisco/Peninsula Writer's Club). I'll be reading there again next month, too. I decided to start at the beginning and read from Chapter... Continue Reading →