Okay, one of the things I never wanted to delude myself with was the idea that I write “important” books. For the longest time, as I was working on Vulnerable, I called it “my trashy vampire mystery”, and referred to my work as “writing dirty books,” semi-facetiously, and a little self-consciously. “I can do better,”… Read More

So, guess who realized that our hallway is REALLY REALLY NARROW? But hey– at least they understand an opportunity when they see it. I mean, when else can you climb the walls literally, right? Yeah, yeah, weak joke, I know it, but I’m feeling a might snarly at the moment. I’m undergoing my quatre-yearly estrogen/plasma… Read More

OKay– wrapping up some business first! 1. I’m going to be interviewed here, and one of the cool things about that is that Wave solicits questions from readers beforehand. I’ll post it when she does, and anyone who wants to put me on the barbie and grill me like a trout will have her day!… Read More

Okay– I’m not giving any away, but Rainbow books (Home of that pretty icon on my last post) is, and If I Must is available for free download tomorrow, so I thought I’d bring it up. Now don’t ask how my birthday went, because really, although it was the exact anniversary of my birth, it… Read More

OKay–let’s see if I can get this right. This is an e-book store that is offering a 20% discount next weekend (I think!) and since this page feeds to goodread.com, I thought I’d offer it up. Now watch me completely forget to offer it up on the weekend in question, right? We all know it…. Read More

Yeah–it’s been a few days–sorry about that! Not only were things pretty busy around here with the B-day madness (and it was even small madness, mostly) but I was busy with The WIP That Kicked My Ass, and once I was done with THAT, well, I just sort of declared yesterday The Day Without The… Read More

Chicken. Chicken is sixteen years old tomorrow. She is tough, smart, independent, vulnerable, and beautiful. When she was born, I walked into the hospital nearly eight centimeters dilated–and she shot across the stainless steel table like a watermelon seed being squished across the counter. This is only notable because we were uncertain as to her… Read More

So I was sitting at my desk today, right after the students all left, eating a sandwich. And my uterus gave a mighty red throb and shouted, “BITCH!” I gasped, whimpered, downed two Advil, doubled over, and whimpered, “Why?” And my uterus drank in the drugs, gave a smug, evil throb, and retreated in gloating… Read More

I was SO tired on Friday, that I completely forgot my own darned contest! SORRY! Sorry… so sorry!!! Anyway, my magic cooking pot produced (with a little help from Chicken) two different winners appeared. One was Jennifer Duffy, who asked for a Marcus and Phillip flashback (much to my delight and Chicken’s dismay– she was… Read More

Yes, folks, don’t bother to check your calendars, it is the dreaded *gasp* week six of school. But first, some writing happies… Here, here,and here. Now, the interview was fun–and I answered the questions about “Truth” a little differently than I did in the last interview, so that was neat. And as for the others?… Read More