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Being a writer is not the most secure of pursuits and I’m not even talking about emotionally (we’re not flogging that old horse again!) I’m talking about the cash, the lucre, the livelihood. It’s a slippery slope, trying to juggle […]

Got the best news this week! My mother sent me a newspaper clipping from England. I’ve included it below. Age-Banding, in case you don’t know, is a motion proposed by a group of big publishers to include banners in the […]

A short blog for a change. My six-year old is always asking me about magical things, and imaginary creatures. “Mama, does magic exist? Are there giants? Mermaids? Fairies?”and my answer has always been, “What do you think? If you believe […]

SHUT-IN SHOCKER! Writer discovered after two years in six foot by six foot box with only a typewriter for company. “Shut me back inside,” the writer grumbled when the cover was removed, “Nail it down tight. I’ve almost solved this […]

While cleaning up recently I came across a sheaf of rejection letters for the first Feltus. They were wadded up in an angry ball and stuffed between the wall and the large plastic tub where my shelved novels reside. And […]

When I worked in the music business I used to dream about working in publishing when I grew up. Unfortunately I never did. Grow up, I mean. Hence the straight path to writing children’s literature. It’s amazing how clear everything […]

I don’t know much about Jessica Simpson, I admit. However I have picked up, by osmosis probably since I don’t own a television, that she is an actress of some sort; previously the star of a reality program and not […]

In my present home we have no attic (just a hot and dirty crawl space under the roof) and only half a basement which is wet or flooded most of the year. The house sits on a massive slab of […]

I hesitate to write this blog because I am a superstitious being and at this moment things are going really well. I wake in the morning with a smile on my face, ready and eager to sit down at the […]

It’s mizzling here- a fine, misty drizzling rain. There were lots of dead frogs on the road, slipped from their skins like green grapes popping. And a smell below the sodden earth like dirty dish water. One dead chipmunk, its […]