The Slow March to Success

I committed to a writing career on my 40th birthday–May 27, 1999. I figured that, given the average lifespan of 80 or so years, I was about halfway done with my life, and if I was going to be a professional writer I had better be about it. Do the math. That was 19 years…

The Synopsis Monster

  It looms menacingly over me, its shadow blocking out the light of satisfaction and contentment. No matter how much time and effort I feed it, it voraciously demands more, consuming my thoughts even when I am committed to other occupations. It teases. It threatens. It cajoles. It is my synopsis. I have finished Maisie’s…

Time’s Winged Chariot

But at my back I always hear/Time’s winged chariot hurrying near–Andrew Marvel (1621-1678) Before you think this post is going to be a downer, let me assure you it is quite the opposite.  Allow me to explain… First of all, the poem. Notice the poet’s dates. 1621-1678. This is a long time ago. How long? Shakespeare…

A Full Heart

My heart is so full of so many things today that it is hard to pick one to write about. My mother’s story is winding down.  While she is not dying exactly, she has a lot of health problems, and she is getting tired of fighting them. She is readying herself for the end of her…

A Great Love Story

The first flush of love is so fun to write.  Chests heaving, hearts pounding, minds reeling–it is all so wonderful and tantalizing. As I begin a sequel to Megan’s Christmas Knight, however,  I find that I want to take Megan and Nick’s relationship to the next level–to move it from being a one-shot, simple fantasy romance to something deeper and more…