Category: writing

  • Even vampires get tired of playing with their food…

    Even vampires get tired of playing with their food…

    Even vampires get tired of playing with their food… A sapphic romance that asks you–what would you give up for love?

  • Book Fair Time!

    There’s something special about book festivals. Particularly when you’re a book nerd. When you’re one of those people who love to fall into a story and stay there until you’re forced out into the real world again? Book festivals are magic. And so I’m excited to be involved in the…

  • Come write with me

    Come write with me

    Give yourself time to write at a writing retreat.

  • Solstice meandering

    On the shortest day of the year when I’m laid up with a head cold, it seems a good time to reflect. It began with a surgery that didn’t go quite right, and it has taken me nearly a year to heal. But, I’m healing and that’s the focus. A…

  • Celebrating not being dead. Hooray!

    I suppose most people just say it’s their birthday. But that’s what a birthday is, right? You lived through another year. You made it, buddy. Have some cake. We now have what we call The Pandemic Years. What the actual flying monkey fuck? We are living in The Pandemic Years.…

  • Caressing the words

    Plotting, Planning, Preparing We’re running a writing retreat in Wales, and it’s going exceptionally well, if I may say so. This week’s retreat is Do It. There are no daily workshops, just a group of writers spending the week writing. We provide breakfast and dinner, as well as some afternoon…

  • New Stuff

    I mentioned a while back that (I think?) that I was starting a new series. This series is a spin off of the Afterlife, Inc series, which featured the three Fury sisters as they negotiated a world where the gods began to walk among humans once again. The new series…

  • Tough Days Suck. Hold On.

    I’m still here. And the day started out pretty positive. It felt like a day to celebrate being here, rather than to reflect on how very close I came to the end. I thought of all the things I would have missed. The moments with my wife, (marrying my wife),…

  • Simplicity

    Winter solstice, 2021. We’re coming up on year two of the pandemic. That’s two years of a whole lot of darkness for a planet full of people. Not a city. Not a country. Not even a continent. An entire planet affected by a single disease. We’re living in a sci-fi…

  • Write down to the bones

    A writing retreat is an unusual beast. You see, it rips a writer open. In just seven days, the soul is exposed and the hurts that revolve around words are exposed to the sunlight, where they then proceed to shrivel and burn to ash. And in the remnants of that…