I finally participated in NaNoWriMo, although technically it was NaSSWriMo, because I worked on short stories. My challenge, however, is to choose what to work on from the mound of material I've generated. So I’m asking for your help to prioritize. Just read through the brief synopses in the form at the bottom of the post, and cast your vote!
Recognition Awards for independent and self-published books are tricky business. The Internet is awash with shady characters more interested in taking your money than giving you recognition. I know; I have fallen for a few scams. In fact, I think I can say that in most cases, the more you’re asked to pay, the shadier... Continue Reading →
Three years ago I had a dream set on a Hawaiian island — I don't know which one — that featured a character named the Goddess Cash. I transcribed the dream and wrote a short story based on it. And I began, without quite intending to, creating scenes for this character. I've amassed almost 100.... Continue Reading →
Above is one of my favorite indie bookstores, Kepler's in Menlo Park, CA. It also happens to be the location of many fantastic literary events through its nonprofit arm and where I read at Story is the Thing last October. Last year was the first I learned that the last Saturday in April is Independent... Continue Reading →
Last year, I started a survey to find out what readers of my books like to read. I include a link to the survey when I welcome new subscribers to my email list. It's an eclectic collection. I was surprised to see so much fantasy among the favorites. Maybe readers of my current books will... Continue Reading →
Photo above: Stonehenge at dawn on winter solstice (photograph by Mike Peel via WikiMedia Commons) BOOK GIVEAWAY INFO BELOW Desire for soup Recently I've been feeling sluggish and unfocused. My greatest desires seem to be curling up under a warm blanket and cooking a hearty soup. Everything else seems like too much trouble. Then, a... Continue Reading →
Welcome to our day of reckoning. Sirens approach, heralding nearing disasters. Catastrophes invade our countries, our states, our cities, our homes, our bodies. Fires rage, both actual and metaphorical. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e8HnC7LS1jU And I write. I document disaster in tiny print, writing smaller and smaller, writing myself down a spiral of denial. The illusion of control boils... Continue Reading →
Being in the presence of a diva can be intimidating. Fortunately, the author of today's guest post, Arlene Miller, is anything but. Even as I wrote that last sentence I worried there’s something wrong with it. Will I hear from her about how it’s constructed? Is there a prohibition against ending a sentence with "but?"... Continue Reading →