Category: writing

  • A bow on the end of everything

    A bow on the end of everything

    And I’m feeling like a pair of shoes thrown over an electrical wire. The ones that tell people where to go to get what they want. They’re not attractive and only vaguely useful, and only select people look for them.

  • Tidal waves of emotion

    Tidal waves of emotion

    The writer’s curse: release day.

  • A Woman Who Wants Her Freedom. At any cost.

    A Woman Who Wants Her Freedom. At any cost.

    What would you sacrafice for your freedom in a world of gods and ego-driven men?

  • New Romance Out on November 1st

    New Romance Out on November 1st

    Archeologist Kelly, an adventurer, unexpectedly partners with predictable statistician Shawn to explore a site in Alaska. Amid treacherous terrain and challenges, they unearth artifacts and unexpected emotions. Their unity is threatened by looming dangers.

  • Not one, but three…

    Not one, but three…

    Three fantastic LGBTQ books out in July. Vampires, neurodiverse queers, and a whole lot of sapphic stories.

  • 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.…