I’ve admitted to being a terrible person. It’s okay, I really like me. Being me, finding new peeps is a TV marathon of The
I’ve been mulling over this post for a couple of weeks. It’s presented me with a struggle. Last night with friends helped crystallize my thoughts
In the grander scheme of building our audience reach, the Beard’s been researching other writers. Not a bad thing, except it fills his head with ideas.
Invariably someone, who knows I’m working on a new book, asks the dreaded question. How is the book coming? I liken this to watching reality
In addition to writing, I’m a yoga teacher. I discovered yoga at 16 and have been practicing one lineage or another ever since. That’s 30+
Writing may be something I’ve done my entire literate life, but it’s my third career. I sometimes have the work dream about air traffic control
Genre. What do you write? Books. No, WHAT do you write? What kind of books? Currently, I’m working on a techno-thriller/science thriller. It’s the sequel
As a literature teacher, a researcher, and an avid reader, the holidays vex me. I’m not trying to offend folks, but the origins of Christmas
The holidays passed, hallelujah! The Beard haunts the place, but I’ve returned to my normal routine. House isn’t clean. That requires blaring music and the
Holiday season is movie season. At least, media advertising would lead us to believe it’s movie season. I know in the past, parents probably hauled