Novelist
Today I finished the final draft of Natalia. Do you recognize her? That’s her mom, Gypsy, to the right. Natalia’s having a rest over the holiday weekend before one final read-through, copy-edit, and beta-read by Marla. Natalia is different: my first published novella. She will be indie, but I’m unsure how to market her. Natalia’s all grown up, well, 15 anyway,…
The first time I walked into a classroom and realized that my job was to talk to these teens, every cell in my body wanted to run from the room and never return. And things stayed that way for a few years. Every day, I wanted to flee home to my writing room. Every day I did the…
I just returned from a writer’s conference and the news is not good. Writers, say the workshop leaders, will not make much money. They need to keep their day jobs. Another item in the negative column is this: writers must do their own promotion. This means we need to learn how to market our work…
When I was in junior high, I tried out for cheerleading. No matter that I couldn’t see and refused to wear glasses so there would be no way to learn any of the cheer footwork since feet were fuzzy and too far away. No matter that I’d never turned a cartwheel or done anything athletic…
My dad’s name is Bill. My brother’s name is Bill. My cousin’s name is Will. All derivatives of William, and all beloved by me. Then there’s the other William. My historical crush. William Shakespeare. In my dining room, in a place of honor, I have a shrine with a portrait of a young & sweet looking Shakespeare discovered…