An Hour A Day

When I took part in the gala Festival of Stories back in March, one of the additional joys of the festival was the chance to be interviewed ...

Years ago, when my boys were young enough that I was the one who had to drive them to their music lessons (piano for Christopher, saxophone ...

Writing the first sentence of a new book is scary. Even though you know you can change it. Even though you more than likely will change...

My editor finally approved my fifth round of revisions on NIXIE NESS, COOKING STAR (admittedly, the changes requested for the last two round...

My two little granddaughters, who come to us for ten days a month, were supposed to go back to their mommy on Sunday morning. Their mother l...

By popular request (well, my own request to myself), I'm re-posting my annual "Day before April" musings.... My mother was...

Here's, for me, the strangest thing about revising a book. It always has to be done. Or at least, I always have to do it. Whenever ...