I don’t even remember where I learned about Print Run Podcast. Hosts Erik Hane and Laura Zats became the first weekly whisperers in my ears. Though they hardly whisper. I listened to an episode on the SoundCloud app on my phone because I wanted to learn more about writing and publishing. And from the first…
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I’ve been a bit quiet here, haven’t I? I know. Between the renovations on our house, the dogs, and losing one of the horses, it was all I could do to keep myself writing. A few months ago I started on a story that featured a midwife in a world where society has fallen apart…
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So, I finished the first draft on this novella and I can’t stop screaming. I savoured some celebratory cookie dough ice cream, and I thought I’d share my excitement with all of you while I try to wrap my brain around the next story waiting for me to finish drafting. While most of what I’ve…
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For those who want to skip my blabbering and just listen, feel free to scroll down to the bottom of the page. This is old news for some of my friends, I know. But me? I’m still inwardly shrieking with excitement. Last month, I got to listen to a real-live podcast episode from someone else…
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Hello, hello! It’s been a while, hasn’t it? My apologies. Demolishing half your house tends to distract a person somewhat. My writing time tends to suffer, and honestly, if I have to choose between poetry, fiction and blogging, guess what will end up on the chopping block? Yes. You got it. However, a lovely Twitter…
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I just read the most amazing book, in as close to one sitting as I could possibly manage. Couldn’t put it down. Those of you who follow my blog know that Damian is a dear friend of mine. I knew he was talented. I knew, and yet there is a big difference between knowing it,…
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At the beginning of the year, I made a resolution to do one hundred submissions in 2019. But really, I thought I’d have to really push myself to get there. Between working full time, taking care of our wee animal collection and keeping D. fed, writing time is hard to come by. And you do…
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In May last year, I read my e-mails at work, and my co-workers ran in, wondering why I’d shrieked. That’s to say, the men ran in to see if I needed help. The women ran away in case it was because of a spider. What had really happened was something I’d never expected. An acceptance…
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“But–” “No. You’ve got to go.” I looked into her eyes one last time and handed over the bag containing our meager supplies. Enough for Anna to make it out of the desert. Hopefully. My hand covered her rounded stomach as we kissed. “Goodbye, Anna. Take care of our daughter.” …
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