I've got a bad case of the in-betweens.I am: in-between draft 2 and draft 3 of the sequel. (Or sequel 2.5 as I like to call it). in-between the miracle of signing a publishing contract and the workload that follows. in-between aspiring and achieving. And I'm restless. I crave that unrelenting drive to write that typically … Continue reading The Intolerable Case of the In-betweens
Writing
Deep Roots
I want to be this tree. Why? Because it's old and weathered and strong. I look at it and I see roots that plunge deep into the earth and anchor it, no matter what storms come its way. I want to be this tree because its branches are broad enough to shelter all the people … Continue reading Deep Roots
Announcing a Book Deal!
YAY! The day has finally arrived when I can announce that I have signed a publishing contract for Caught in the Crossfire, my first novel, with Bold Strokes Books, one of the finest publishers of GLBTQ fiction in the world! I can't begin to tell you how excited I am to have the opportunity to work with … Continue reading Announcing a Book Deal!
There’s A Book All Around You!
Recently I received an e-mail from a reader who wanted to know where I get the ideas for my stories. Do you dream them all up? Do they come from your life? Yes! I wanted to answer to both questions. I write fiction which, by definition, means that I do dream my stories up. They … Continue reading There’s A Book All Around You!
On Writing a Sequel
Writing a sequel should be easy, right? I mean, I already know my characters and what's at stake for them. Jonathan and Ian are like sons to me by now, and I know the logical next step for them to take. This should be a piece of cake, right? WRONG. For the past two months … Continue reading On Writing a Sequel
There is nothing to writing.
I first read this quote in 1986 when I was in college studying Creative Writing. I was caught in the Thoreaus of a passionate love affair with Henry David. In fact, I was contemplating quitting college and moving to Walden where I could examine my life until the pond froze over. There was even a … Continue reading There is nothing to writing.
