For a Good Time, Call... Release Day! For a Good Time, Call..., the Bluewater Bay universe book I co-wrote with my buddy, Anne Tenino, releases today from Riptide Publishing! Bluewater Bay townie meets Wolf's Landing special effects jockey (and his Frisbee-loving...read more
For a Good Time, Call... Blog Tour My friend Anne Tenino and I co-wrote a book! And it's in Riptide Publishing's Bluewater Bay universe! To celebrate the release, Anne and I will be touring the blogoverse, visiting these lovely sites. Stop by and leave a comment for a...read more
December 5, 2016 - Release day for Clickbait! Clickbait, my M/M rom-com (with a side of family drama) releases today from Riptide Publishing! Geek meets blue-collar construction in the second book in my Geeklandia series. Check out my Books page for an excerpt and...read more
To celebrate release week for CLICKBAIT, book #2 in my Geeklandia series, I’ll be touring these lovely blogs. Stop by and leave a comment for a chance to win a $25 Riptide gift card!read more
It's release day for Wolf's Clothing! Check out my Books page for the blurb, an excerpt, and links to where you can pick up a copy. To celebrate release week, I'll be touring these lovely blogs. Stop by and leave a comment for a chance to win a $25 Riptide gift card!...read more
When artists – whether performing, visual, or literary — release their work into the world they’re de facto inviting the world to express an opinion. However, no matter how personally validating a leading role, or a gallery showing, or a published book might be, exposing your work to potential attack is still difficult, frightening, and sometimes so disheartening it can derail an entire career.
Consider Harpo Marx, the silent Marx brother, arguably one of the most gifted physical comedians in stage and film history.read more
I’m thrilled to announce that Lost in Geeklandia releases today! The heroine, Charlie Forrester, is a data scientist, more comfortable with technology than people, and while I was writing the story, I couldn’t help but think about my own conversion from computer-phobic to computer-dependent – and what a long, strange trip it’s been.read more
One of my good friends – I’ll call him Roger, since that’s his name — is a visual artist and musician. We met when we worked in the same bookstore, back in the day when I was in the process of getting my B.A. in theater.
So a musician/artist and an actor-in-training in a store full of books. What do we talk about?
No, not that kind. Let me explain.read more
Some years ago, my Curmudgeonly Husband got hit up by a very earnest telemarketer. Now, in my opinion, CH has a skewed reaction to telemarketers. While my inclination is to say “Please take me off your call list” and hang up, CH is just as likely to engage them in some kind of bizarre role-playing conversation. In this instance, however, the caller was representing a construction supply company that carried products CH was actually interested in.read more
I think our internal romantic preference may be permanently set at the dawn of our adult hormonal lives – in that dim, dark, scary pre-teen place where we transition from total child to official angst-ridden teenager. That’s right. I’m talking middle school, or as we called it back in my day, junior high.
Those were the days when my friends crushed on the latest pop star or celebrity. Bobby Sherman and Davy Jones, simultaneously actors and singers, were popular cross-over hits for a lot of my friends. (Yep. I’m that old.) My tweenager crush?
Mr. Spock.read more