Living the Write Life

Some things are just true. I once heard a comedian say, "Stereotypes are stereotypes for a reason." I don't remember who. It was the opening line of his routine, and the rest was all about some things just being true, none of it PC. It was funny because it's kind of true. It's actually true... Continue Reading →

Things my children will ask one day

Mommy, why do vampires sparkle?   They don't, or they didn't used to. My generation just hasn't been satisfied with anything, unless they're throwing glitter on it.¬† Including our horror icons. I don't know if it's the writer's impulse to make things new and different, or if the audience was just tired of the darkness,... Continue Reading →

A dead horse with no name…

It has a name... Semantic Satiation Think of it as beating a dead horse... with a tire iron...throughout the entire book. It's one of the basic peeves I have with any book, including my own. Every author has words they favor, and words they just like. One of mine is plethora. Pleth-or-a. I love that... Continue Reading →

How to kill your darlings?

Decisions, decisions. We all know they have to die. I mean, yeah, we love them, but the show must go on. You should never shy away from killing off a character. Sometimes, things have to happen, and here's why? Who do you love? The first thing I always consider is who is loved in my... Continue Reading →

Call me baby.

Call me love. Call me baby. It's a drug that stays in the system;¬†after the high, after the fall. You wake up in the ER dazed and calling out for the thing that put you there. What's that about? Shoot me with a needle, swallow all the pills, and it won't change anything. I will... Continue Reading →

A word on publishing exclusivity

You're a publisher, or you aren't. There, I said it. This will be my last KU run. As an author, I've seen a change in the way publishing services do business, and it's crap. It's absolute, undiluted horse manure. Exclusivity is just a way to gain control of a work without buying in and getting... Continue Reading →

What do ya mean “not real”?

The writer's life is not for everyone. Beyond all those pesky concerns about, ya know, eating and where you're gonna live, there are the voices in your head. The one's that don't let you sleep til all hours. The ones that argue over who's first and who's right. Oh, yeah, and then people think you're... Continue Reading →

The new thing I’m trying.

So, it turns out that a pair of novels is a thing now. I have the habit of stumbling into trends while I'm just bopping around being me. Brother Mine and Brother's Keeper will be a set of books following an overreaching story, and they will be followed by at least one book at this... Continue Reading →

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