Letters, Words, Thoughts, Ideas, Stories...

Last night when I couldn’t sleep, I tried counting sheep, St.Matt’s snores, and the minutes until the local bookstores opened and I could g...

So... that happened. That's pretty much my real-time reaction to getting my author copies. (After I danced around the box and put The...

...because if I look away for even a moment, this happens: Yes, that IS my manuscript. Notice that The Pip Squeak is totally feignin...

The best things in my life come in TWOs. Obviously there's my favorite duo - The Schmidtlets. Look, Momma, we can edit too... Th...

Every time I start a new writing project I’m convinced that I’ve completely forgotten how. It doesn’t matter how many times I’ve fac...

When I'm mad at my dear, dear friend Scott Tracey , I call him Scottopher. It has more heft as a lecture name, don't you thi...

No, not with St.Matt – though we'll be going out tonight to celebrate. This is a date YEARS in the making. Years and so many pages and...

I am writing. My mother-in-law is watching the twins and I am writing. I'm writing out of my house. Out of my pajamas. And without o...

I was lucky enough to spend the moment 2011 gave way to 2012 at a wedding surrounded by friends and in formal wear. I'd almost, almost ...

Copyedits! They're here! I've been so excited about their pending arrival that I've had my colored pencils for weeks. I bought...

I'm trying to decide if I should dust the cobwebs off my blog or allow them to stay as festive Halloween decorations. Probably du...

Interview with Scott Tracey I'm pleased as pleased can be to have Scott Tracey, author of WITCH EYES , answering questions on my blog ...