Category: Authors

Sometimes I think I’m a writer. Then there are days when I have nothing. Nothing in my fingers. Nothing in my brain. My very soul is a shriveled pod, empty of thoughts or images or ideas. But at least I can always be overly dramatic, right? So I’m cheating. Sort of. I googled “writing prompts”

I’m working on a story that has all kinds of things in it that I don’t know anything about. Because I can’t always write what I know. I don’t know all that much. I’d run out of ideas pretty fast. But there would be a lot of food in my stories. Um, there is, in

Oooh. Yesterday morning I woke early-early and worked on a story for/with a friend. It’s sort of a collaboration thing. She has a great historical nugget, and I put it in my words. If I do say so my own self, it is beautiful. We have some kinks to work out, and some details to

Title Drama is ebbing. Hooray. There are such good, brilliant people working at my publisher’s house (Hi, Lisa, Heidi, Emily!), and sometimes I just take their word for stuff. You know, like I would with my parents back when I was suggestible to their direction. Sure, okay, if you say so, I’ll go with you.