Glory? I hope. Heartbreak? I’m steeled for it. Over the many years that I’ve been writing and publishing, I’ve experienced my share of both. My standalone novel, the book-of-my-heart, which I’ve labored over for a
That Girl and Me
That girl in the photo is me in 1970 at 16 years old. It pretty much sums up my attitude during my adolescence: wary, protective, and kind of ticked off. Don’t get me wrong. That
Life Blooms. The Writing Life Too.
The world is somewhere within the Covid-19 pandemic. Yet springtime blooms and writers write. This writer (me) has at last finished the standalone semi-autobiographical novel that I’ve been laboring over for a few years. Strange
Still Writing…
In my last blog post, I wrote about the deeply personal standalone novel I’ve been working on for (cough) three years now. Well, folks, I’m still working on it. Several trusted friends and great readers,
Choosing Fiction to Tell the Truth
The book I’m working on now is different from anything I’ve written before. I’m taking a break from my Nan Vining series and writing a semi-autobiographical standalone novel about life with my mentally ill mom. In
