I present myself on here, note my books, and share insights and bits of my writing. You may choose to read one (or more) of my books. Or you may choose not to do so.
The Joys Of Reading
One Massive Paperback: “Trilogy: Passports, Frontiers, Distances”
Above all, I thank you for your support over these last five years.
Trapped In A Minefield
I write this post to vent about this because recently I have been getting *extremely* negative feedback from a family member about my author Instagram page…
A “Good Morning” Talk
Authors of serious fiction can’t just roll them out to order for the holiday season. I’m not Sears… oh, wait, that may not have been the best comparison.
An Afternoon Of Sex, Violence, And “A Ping”
Nothing scares me as an author more than writing two things: sex and violence. And I was writing a bit of both yesterday. So I was a mess…
Homes With Books
So that’s now ten “books.” As I look at that list again, I can only but smile. As if it is any surprise now about what my writing influences have been!
Signs Of Autumn
I had thought I was writing with them still to be around for years to come. Abruptly we had the rug pulled out from under all of us. Suddenly those novels had become, in a way, in my mind, literary tributes.
“An interest of mine…”
Writing is an often isolating endeavor, so opening a day, I have learned over the years, with a post on some issue that grabbed my attention, helps me clear my head and get going.
Three-In-One
Whatever else I do or write, those first three novels will always mean so much to me. They are where I began. You would not be here if it weren’t for them.
The Artist As A Coward
If you fear what you create for the public will be critiqued, I suggest it would be best if you did not create anything for the public.
After A Brief “Exile”
Macmillan grumbled that life had lost a huge joy if one is unable to read. Whenever I have those moments, I understand that feeling. It’s truly awful – an isolating and even lonely feeling – being unable to enjoy a book.
“Rootlessness” And A Price For It
If I think back here to where I was at age 20 (then, I was living in Fairbanks, Alaska), and then at 30 (I was in Paris), and then at 40 (I was married by then and here in London), and, uh, well, you get the idea…
“Wherever you are in the world”
When I began writing that first book in 2012, I had thought it might interest mostly Americans. There is a group of Americans – I learned as a college lecturer – who love reading books about Europe, and especially about France.
The Winds Of Change
I don’t want to think about “tech,” I’m trying to write books. But I will say…
The Stuff Of Novels
I could not resist including that happening and built an entire chapter around it. Thus, yet again, life as the stuff of novels.
