Just had to brag a little bit: Today marks the two-year birthday of my baby novel. On this day in 2014, I was inspired to
“Are you waiting for someone, miss?” “Yes.” “Would you prefer to sit in the waiting room?” “No thank you.” She had
Their forks clicked in unison against the empty plates as they set them down, finished. The utensils were not the only things that had clicked.
Ambidextrous “I,” he wrote in large, blocked script with a pen clenched between the stiff fingers of his left hand. A more definite pronoun
Most of my best friends are bookworms. We all have our favorite genres, authors, eras, you name it. We are an eclectic group of athletes,
Social media. “Look at how many words I’ve written! Oh wait…those are pins…How did I get on Pinterest?”