By the Seat of My Pants

The idea for my current WIP comes from a writing prompt that I did many months ago. “Metamorphosis — A Kiss from the Sidhe” was born of a little, one-line writing prompt; “Something seemed different.” I love the idea that sprang from those three words and have decided to use it for a novella. TheRead moreRead more

No Filter

I keep a picture pinned to my wall next to my desk. It’s of me. It has one of those filters on it to make it look like a cartoon and over that, I have the words “You Should Be Writing.” It’s just a reminder to myself that I have some really cool ideas lockedRead moreRead more

Bayview Bridge

The boys were up to no good — Miranda Gilbert knew it from the moment they drove up with Miss-Prissy-Pants, Ashley Nelson, saying that they had a surprise for their girls. Ashley sat in the front seat of Levi’s Mustang, looking like an excited puppy about to piddle on herself. Daren was behind the wheel.Read moreRead more

Indigo Desert

The page stared back at Penny Robins with the same blank expression that she wore. It used to be so easy. Words had flowed from her pen with vibrant colors and brilliant pictures before the medications. All she had to do was to enter that shining world of her own creation by closing her eyesRead moreRead more

My Cuddle Bug

This is Dacianna — affectionately known as Daci [DAH-see]. I call her “my cuddle bug.” We have three huskies — all of them awesome in their own way — but Daci is special to me. Without any special training, she seems to be attuned to my needs. Whenever I’m feeling down, she lies down nextRead moreRead more

The Amazing Writing Prompt

I cannot tell you how to write the next great novel. This blog will not be a step by step instruction manual to writing. It will only be a sporadic sampling of the things that help me in my writing. Forgive the irregularity in my posts. Bipolar disorder does have its way with me sometimes.Read moreRead more

Metamorphosis – A Kiss from the Sidhe

Something seemed different. The odd bite between the shoulder blades of Liza Handley’s back tingled, but not in a bad way. It was like the slightest touch of a childhood crush that would set butterflies free. Euphoria overwhelmed her with a sense of beauty and magic. The sting itself bulged red and angry in aRead moreRead more

The Note

Theodora Whatley couldn’t resist a backward glance as Brett Andrews triumphantly walked away. “Damn,” she thought, “He won.” Moments before, his hazel eyes had pierced her own as he simply said, “I’ve never seen a woman who could make a messy bun look so sexy.” He slipped a folded piece of paper in her handRead moreRead more

Reading Is Our Fuel

Want an engine to start? Give it a little gas. Want to improve your writing? Read. This is the one of the top tips that a professional writer will give you, if you ask them how you can improve your craft. It seems so simple, but it’s something that we tend to neglect for variousRead moreRead more

Pale Lady – 2016 Version

The idea for “Pale Lady” came to me many years ago, even before 2016, which is when this partial version was written. I’m publishing it without revision or completion. Pale Lady It’s a wail – that scream that chills the very essence of my being. It howls out from nowhere bringing with it a visionRead moreRead more