I was going to write y'all a Christmas poem this year, something along the lines of:
"On the day after Christmas, all through the lands, ereaders were fired up, hot in their hands..."
but I'm really not a very good poet, it seemed a bit too precious. So instead I will just tell you the good news sans rhyme - Taylor Jackson is back in a brand new e-novella called WHITEOUT.Read More
I attended a conference last week, the first stop on my tour for Edge Of Black. There were two things I took away.
One—being a writer is a kick-ass job, because in addition to telling lies for a living, we get to meet cool people on the road: other writers who embody awesomeness, readers who appreciate you, people who feed you. (So true…)Read More
I was indulging in an age-old female tradition the other day—getting my nails done—when I overheard two older women strike up a conversation at the dryer. I listened with fascination as they circled each other, looking for that commonality that would allow them to have a meaningful exchange. One had children, the other didn’t. Strike one. One went to First Baptist, the other attended First Presbyterian. Strike two. They’d both discovered the nail salon about a month ago, and agreed it was one of the best they’d been to. And then came the home run: “Well, what did you do for work?”Read More