Wally had an enlarged heart and pulmonary hypertension, and his quality of life had taken a steep dive. He could no longer do his three favorite things: eat, nap, and give other dogs the whobeganit.
“I don’t mean for this letter to be an intrusion,” the letter began. “My reason for writing is that I was doing some family historical research and I believe that you and I have the same father …”
On the foundation garments of inspiration When you wear a gun, you dress for the gun.* I moved to San Antonio, Texas, in 1988, just before I gave birth to my first daughter. I was a single mom, one month ahead of being a “teen mother,” and there was still plenty of stigma attached toContinue reading “Drag me to the keyboard”
What Would Shimi Do? Last week an artist I knew and admired died suddenly. S.T. Shimi was just 49, and in this year of Covid dread, it was a car that struck her down. It’s like we were all looking the wrong way. She had just stepped off the bus on her way to theContinue reading “Missing an icon”
This was my first year participating in #NaNoWriMo, and I quickly figured out that my current writing journey wasn’t an exact fit (yes, I could have read the instructions, but I was caught up in the … moment … of the moment). The annual, month-long race to 50K words is really designed for that bookContinue reading “A #NaNoWriMo Report Card”
According to my official #NaNoWriMo stats, I wrote more than 8,000 words in one day this week, but as you can probably guess, that’s just operator error. If you want to hide something from me, put it in a drop-down menu. On the upside, I’ve saved so much money by having my credit-card declined becauseContinue reading “A #NaNoWriMo white flag”
Submitting your work to total strangers is thrilling and terrifying, and in this case, for me size doesn’t matter. I’ve sent a crime caper off for consideration for an anthology. Fingers crossed and all that. Writing it was a nice break from the novels, and I’m eternally grateful to my SinC sisters who did aContinue reading “A short story is in, wish us luck!”
One of the valuable lessons you learn (I hope!) when you get serious about becoming a published author is that no agent wants to see your work before it’s been through a beta reader, or several. That your-eyes-only copy is not for courting representation, and having your besties love on it does not count. I’mContinue reading “Public Record is back from the beta”