That girl in the photo is me in 1970 at 16 years old. The expression on my face pretty much sums up my attitude during a wide swath of my adolescence: wary, protective (check out
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
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
Lying Blind (Nan Vining #6) is now on sale! This is my twelfth published book and publication day never gets old. My baby is released into the world at last. Of course, I hope that
Five years have passed between my last Detective Nan Vining mystery and my latest one, Killing Secrets, the fifth in the series (out July 21, 2015 by Alibi/Random House). During that time, I was busy
When I started seriously writing my first novel, back in the 1980s, I was hungry for advice on how to accomplish what seemed to be an almost insurmountable goal. I mean, write a novel? Me?