novels
Oh, that Castle!
It’s not your parents’ family TV time. Case in point: In our household the family gathers around the boob tube for Breaking Bad. But now
Is That a Laser Sword in Your Spandex, or Are You Just Happy to See Me?
I’ve never done Comic Con–the Sci-Fi and fantasy fan convention–although there are times when I wish I had. Seriously, I have no excuse for sitting
Old is New Again
Detroit has brought back the Dodge Dart. I had one of those, a long, long time ago–in fact, it was a 1966 model, which I shared
Who done it, how done it…THEY done it!
Like many of us, I was weened on Nancy Drew, not to mentionThe Hardy Boys, Cherry Ames (she was the nurse sleuth) and a family
Old WIPs, and New Books
Martin and I took a walk yesterday, to San Francisco National Cemetery in the Presidio. There were over 30,000 thousand flags snapping in the
The Art of the Love Scene
In large group settings, usually I dodge the question, “And what do you do for a living?” Saying you’re a writer — especially a novelist
Great expectations, greater conclusions to a wonderful year.
Over the next three weeks, I’ll have the joy of walking along the banks of three rivers: the Thames, the Rhine, and the Seine. It’s a
Pie. Just….lots of pie.
It’s getting to be that time of year again… Pie time! Yes, I know the main course for Thanksgiving is turkey, and lipsmacking fixings are
What to Do Instead of a Pity Party: Write, Write, Write!
I’m still sobbing about the fact that I wasn’t able to hang with the other Murder She Writes ladies this week at the Romance Writers
Always Darkest Before the Dawn
The same year my mother was diagnosed with the blood disease that would eventually kill her–Myelodysplasia–my husband, Martin, also learned he had tonsilar cancer. My
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