Finding My Way Through The Wall
Sure, I get to sit here in my stocking feet with a mug of tea beside my computer and look outside where a sparrow is trying to head butt his way through our Hardyboard siding, but sometimes -- despite these
The Truth Behind My Fiction (Or, Why I Should’ve Been a Podiatrist)
My novel is off to readers. I’m telling you, that is one terrifying sentence to type. It's right up there with, “I’m now going to experience Chinese water torture, then have a gasless tooth extraction.” It’s the immense vulnerability that