Revising Your Book

I get asked about revising a lot. A lot. I have been asked about the process so much that I crafted a workshop out of it. I can't give the same workshop every month, but it's a fairly vital topic. Writing and revising are not easy. First, there's the writing part, which is as arduous … Continue reading Revising Your Book

July Playlist

It's well past time to dust off this blog.  To start, here's a playlist for Rowan, a POV character in THE HOLLOW FOREST. A bit melancholy, a bit contemplative, all instrumental. Perfect writing music. If 8tracks isn't quite your thing, here's the track listing with YouTube links:  Near Light - Olafur Arnalds On the Nature … Continue reading July Playlist

seven months

The date took me by surprise today. I was scribbling down my schedule--I travel so much these days, it’s hard to keep the days straight--when I realized I’d forgotten what the day was. Grief is funny like that. It’s taken seven months, but here I am, finally at the point where it’s no longer piercing … Continue reading seven months

how I am

"How are you?" This is a dangerous question, today. On the way to work, my knuckles, already OCD-torn, cracked and bleeding, are white with strain. I pinch my nose. I do all the things I know to keep my mascara on my eyelashes, not all over my face. It isn't easy, because today marks exactly … Continue reading how I am

raise the dead

Mothers are not meant to be remade. This was a truth known since childhood. No simulacrum, no effigy could take the place of the spark that died in late September. I’d seen her dead. I’d touched her lifeless body. That cool, rigid cheek would never dimple from a smile. And she would never rise from … Continue reading raise the dead

celestial bodies

The first lesson anyone should be taught about stars is that most of them are dead. What we seem is time dilating, moving on without us, leaving us behind. We see the afterimage, the echo, the last, gasping breath of a mass that burst and imploded millennia ago. And maybe this is why stars are … Continue reading celestial bodies

black water

When her feet stop at the edge of the bridge, Mara realizes she’s having the dream again. This is an old dream, one that comes year after year. Always in October, almost always the same cold night. And because she knows the dream, she remembers what happens next. She watches the road beyond the bridge. … Continue reading black water