Okay– first of all, I must have gone around the bend, because I signed up to go to RWA in July.  I figure of all the cons, this one is the least invasive to the family.  The kids are out of school, and Big T will be home for child care, and all Mate has to… Read More

So, am I the only one who gets the dictionary.com word of the day? See, vocabulary used to be my thing.  I could go over a list of words, word, synonym, part of speech, word used in a sentence, brief etymology, connotation/denotation– I had three lists, one for 10th, one for 11th, one for 12th… Read More

Okay– I spent all week editing.  First there was Forever Promised, which is on it’s second edit and will probably get one more.  Then there was Bitter Moon I&II, which Harmony Ink, the LGBTQ YA imprint is going to look at. Shaking my editing coma is rough.  I seriously didn’t realize I’d forgotten to post… Read More

Okay, so I have to admit, that the more I do this writing gig, the more sympathy I have for Kathleen Turner at the beginning of Romancing the Stone.   She awakens from her writing trance sobbing with happiness, and can’t find any tissue.  Her house is a mess, she’s a mess, you can tell… Read More

Okay– So you probably all fathomed that I got home okay (YAY!) and then that I promptly dropped off the map. Well, see, I sort of did. Getting home was, well, long.  I left at the equivalent of 2:30 a.m., California time, after two hours of sleep, and got to California around 11:15.  Mate picked… Read More

The habit-trail So, for those of you who have never been to Kansas City, their two biggest hotels, the Sheraton Crown and the Westin, are connected by a glass covered walkway that extends over a course of two blocks, about two stories off of street level. We call it the Habi-trail. The habit-trail from the… Read More

Folks, I hope you love this story as much as I did–I know Daisy from around the net, where her sense of humor and her snark have already made me a fan! The Time My House Burned Down (Otherwise known as the inspiration behind From The Ashes) Hi, Amy Lane Readers! Since Amy is out… Read More

Okay– so yeah.  I seriously haven’t finished Chicago laundry and I’m getting back on a plane tomorrow.  My mind boggles. The good news is, the AC went out and it’s 95 degrees here this week, and I miss it– the repair guy comes Thursday, and I’m going to be in nice, temperate (flooding!) Kansas City…. Read More

 Some of you will not be surprised to know that I took a film class once, one with a teacher who had sort of a thing for Elmore Leonard. After watching The Grifters and Out of Sight and Lone Star (I know, not all Elmore Leonard, but still) I began to have an appreciation for… Read More

My husband is so many shades of awesome. Flowers?  For ME? He came to pick me up at the airport at bumfuck a.m., looking exhausted and sleep-touseled.  First there was the kiss, then there was the hug, then there was the… Standing in line while I went to see what in the fuck happened to… Read More