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Dain-Bramage

Ambushed. Sneaky, silent, sudden. Deadly. You might imagine a hillbilly version of Voldemort hiding behind a door. He’s armed with a cast-iron frying pan. The villain leaping into my path, bashes me in the head with a meaty thwack. You … Continue reading

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Simplifying Single-handed Life

In the almost 3 years since I’ve been making do with just one working hand, I’ve made a few discoveries that simplify single-handed living. Dressing can still be a challenge. If a shirt doesn’t stretch or button up the front, … Continue reading

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I’m really back

Two years two months post-stroke, I’m finally really back. Evidence of my true return: baby dreadlocks and an appliance box of 14 chicks in my living room. While these things may seem small to some, even trivial to others, my … Continue reading

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Good Stuff

I read. A lot. Right now I’m reading lots of YA (young adult) novels. Because I like the transformative teen years and because the novels I write are about that tumultuous time of life. I just finished Libba Bray’s Going … Continue reading

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Personal Rejections are the BEST

So, I’m submitting DEAD PERFECT (previously titled AS IF I KNEW…had to, you know, get on the dark side with all the other young adult bestsellers) to literary agents. So far, I have sent query letters to 45 agents. Some … Continue reading

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Dead Perfect

I’m a writer. I think I was born a writer, I just had to try a few things out before committing. Well, maybe more than a few. I’ve worked as a ballet teacher, a bedding plant grower, a mural painter … Continue reading

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I’d like my dollar. Please.

“Writers don’t make any money at all. We make about a dollar. It is terrible. But then again we don’t work either. We sit around in our underwear until noon then go downstairs and make coffee, fry some eggs, read … Continue reading

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