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I don’t have a tattoo. It’s not that I’m against them, it’s just that I’ve never found a design worth permanently attaching to my body. But a lot of people I know have tattoos. I’ve accompanied several to the tattoo parlor and witnessed the process. Heck, I’ve even helped select the font they were permanently attaching…
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If you waited until you were ready, you’d never do it. It’s messy. No matter your expectations, at some point you have to realize it is it’s own entity. It takes a village. Regardless of how the little bugger is received, you can’t help but be damned proud. Pocket Money is available through Amazon, Kindle, and…
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Buy Pocket Money. From Amazon. Or Kindle. Or even through Barnes & Noble. (I’m on B&N, too!) A lot of people say they want to buy it from me directly so I get the money. I understand the logic and appreciate the intent, but really, the impact your retail purchase and subsequent review will have on the…
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The protagonist is male. In the early stages of beta reading, people were occasionally confused, thinking it was a girl. Maybe because I wrote it and I’m a girl?When I corrected them, they would say, well, it could be a girl. Maybe…but it’s not. (And really, it couldn’t be.) I hope it’s clear in the…
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I took the day off from blogging yesterday. I hope you were too busy enjoying the day with friends, family, meals, memories, fun & sun to notice. Last stages of editing before pre-orders for Pocket Money will be available. STAY TUNED! Beware the promotional publication blasts. Consider yourself warned, I’m just sayin’. Do us all a…
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Ideas are easy. Coming up with new ideas for a story and developing a plan are easy. Verbalizing a synopsis of your story, or just telling it, is easy. Hitting the high points, introducing your characters, and bringing it all together in a two minute monologue–that’s easy. Writing is hard. Connecting those plot points is hard. Organizing the…
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According to the bartender at Murphy’s on the Marquette campus, Jeffrey Dahmer was quite the clever psychopath. I guess the last of his victims escaped, and went running naked down the street babbling incoherently. He had been injected with some kind of poison. The cops were called. Dahmer, in his psychotic brilliance, disrobed and ran outside naked,…
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Well, I did it. I uploaded my manuscript for publication. And I’m scared sh*tless. (what an odd term that is) Odd, but applicable. Scared. Sh*tless. According to the post, 10 Things That Will Happen When You Start Pursuing Your Dreams, I’m right on track. That’s 10 Things, beginning with, 1. You are going to be…