Okay, so, apparently I have a thing for Ohio, and I didn't realize it. The three books I've written thus far, as well as the nine more I have planned, are all set in Ohio. I didn't think that was weird until one of my New Orleans friends asked me why I didn't set my … Continue reading Why the heck are all your books set in Ohio??? Confessions from flyover ‘Merica.
I write all of my own books, and yes, in 2019, I have to actually say that so you, dear reader, can be one-hundred percent certain whose words you're actually reading. Buy my book? Those are my words, every single one. I don't hire ghostwriters. I don't lift phrases, lines or paragraphs out of any … Continue reading #copypastecris and the sad reality of book publishing
A weird thing happens when you're diagnosed with cancer: You start comparing your tumor to fruit. As in, the size of fruit. And nuts. And eggs, and other food products. And if you're really unlucky and your tumor is big enough, you'll start thinking in sports terms, like footballs. I blame the U.S. public education … Continue reading Stuck between an almond and a grape
The good news is that I have received a series of small miracles. I have moved off of the sofa. I can stand for longer than a minute without getting dizzy and nearly passing out. I can finally --after a winter that never seemed to end-- sit in the summer sun and soak in its … Continue reading Silver linings
"Moving on" from my cancer diagnosis and getting back to the business of living has proven much more difficult than I anticipated. Silly me. I should have guessed as much, but I was naive. I didn't see the mountain up ahead, my biggest challenge: Learning how to function inside a body with so many limits. See, … Continue reading Learning to live in a broken body
The devastation of my cancer diagnosis has settled in as much as it can. And as I sit today, bone thin and wrapped in an electric blanket that's dialed up to eleven, I realize it's time to stop crying--for now--and carry on. Today was the first day I awoke and the path was clear. I … Continue reading The time to move on
We writers can't wait to get to "The End." We type those words on the page and our hearts lift, champagne corks are popped, celebratory cocktails are made. It marks the end of another tale told, all the loose ends neatly tied up. Our characters have touched the darkness, fought the demons, nearly lost, yet … Continue reading Writing until “The End”