Behind Dagmar, every church bell in the capital began to toll. "Uncle!" She turned and ran down the hill. Her bodyguard caught up, grabbing her wrist. "My Lady, there's nothing you can do.

I downloaded this book off NetGalley for review purposes. But why did I pick this book out of everything I found on there? That's fairly simple. My friend R. Jean Bell clued me in to its existence. When

This week, it’s not a forgotten classic that I read. Not really. It’s a book many people know and love. But this is one I sincerely hope we’ll share with the next generations. Only recently, I read an

So, a while back I decided that I'd had enough of blogging for a readership of five people. I was going to get my stories out there, where people would read them--people who weren't my friends--even if

Imagine buying a kitchen cupboard. Shiny, new, and just the style you love. So you whip out your wallet and buy the thing. Upon delivery, you discover that the doors won’t open properly. The hinges squeal

She had to start looking after herself again. Too-thin hand resting on her still-flat belly, Allie smiled. Her memories of Joe wouldn't fade completely. A part of him would live on after all.     This

Forgotten Pearls. Yes. It's a new thing. My friend Anike and I were talking about it a few weeks ago. I've been writing book reviews on contemporary books. But what about the gems that were mined and polished

Since almost burning myself out by trying to make the most of every free minute by writing, I decided to supplement my brain’s diet with a steady supply of reading material. It’s paid off, to say the least.

A few weeks ago, I treated myself to some books on the art and craft of writing. Among them was Stein on Writing by Sol Stein. Sol Stein wrote thirteen books, and was publisher and editor-in-chief of Stein

Well, remember a while back when I was so excited I could scream? My friend and poetry mentor Damian Jay Clay and I recorded a podcast. We'd recruited a guest to join us and discuss writerish things. Well,

For a few weeks now, I've been feeling horribly stuck with the novel I'm working on at the moment. It was as if words no longer liked hanging out with me, or even visiting me briefly. I complained about

Throw Star Trek, My Little Pony and all the social critique you can think of in a blender. Press the button, and voila. You’ve got Space Unicorn Blues right there. I came across this book by accident and

Last week, I embarked on a crazy new adventure together with a dear friend and fellow INKling, Damian Jay Clay. About a month ago, he and I first started talking about this crazy thing we wanted to do.

Every penny is turned over twice and quite often bitten in two before it gets spent on renovations to our home. This means I have a very limited book budget and I spend a lot of time thinking long and

Mutt watched as the girl slammed back the shot and bit into a slice of lemon. What was her name again? Jodie? Joni? Shit. Why was he here? Annie would hate this place. She'd be right. He tossed a few bills

"She's out of danger." The doctor's words echoed through my head as I clung to Lily's hand. I'd never forget the sight of her--helpless and fragile. A tube down her throat breathing for her.

We all know them. Or know of them. Those people whose parents can not only afford to give them anything and everything they could possibly ever need, they also provide them. Right? I bet a name just popped

Bri leaned against the tree--its shade a relief from sunlight. After the violence his father inflicted on her, would she ever love this child? Sudden, tingling warmth flowed from under her fingers where

Wrapping paper fell at Annie's feet as she stared at the bowl in her hand. Gold gleamed in the grout where the shards were joined. Whole again, but no longer the same. Better. Like she would be. Phil was

Funny how small mishaps could become omens. Annie poked a finger through the tear in her voluminous wedding dress. As unexpected as her best friend's last-minute confession, but there it was. Looping the