I am not a romance person. First of all, I’m not good at it, second, I tend to scoff when the subject comes up. Not on purpose, just in a general pah-aren’t-I-such-a-cynical-adult way. Luckily, Husband and I are well-paired in life, because while I’m not much for romance, he doesn’t have a flipping clue what… Continue reading Romance Is For People Not Baffled By It
Does anyone actually call their kid “child?” Or refer to their son, to his face, as “son?” How about calling their daughter in conversation “daughter?” If books were to be believed, we do this constantly, but I’ll swear to you I’ve only once, and ever once, heard one person in the world say, “Here you are,… Continue reading Things We Do In Books (that no one actually does)
To be a writer, you need very few things. A pen, some paper, a computer helps, but really, the entry barrier is pretty low. Sit there and type. You did it! You’re a writer! But to be an Author? Boy oh boy do you need a lot of crap. Today’s post is brought to you… Continue reading In Soviet Russia, Book Formats You
Back in university, my friends and I decided to put together an online role-playing group, because we were that type of nerd. It would be steampunk-themed, some sort of supernatural detective agency. I forget the rest of the details anymore, but it seemed like a fun idea. Everyone else was creating doppelgangers of themselves, but I… Continue reading I Am Not My Characters
It’s the end of the year, soon to be the beginning of a new one, and we’re all getting ready to drink champagne, eat Chex mix by the handful, and stay up to half an hour past our bedtime for the midnight cheering. Sitting there, musing to yourself, you might begin to think of all… Continue reading 5 Baffling Things People Do At New Years
I’m one of those people who prepares for a flight like I’m getting ready for a weather emergency. Do I have water? At least one meal? Shoes that I can run in? Okay, I’m ready. In my teens I was once stuck on a train for fourteen hours, traveling up through Kyushu and Honshu to… Continue reading Airline Travel: Like Survivor, But More Stylish
In a post late this November, I mentioned how I was finished writing my Saint Flaherty series. That’s my psychological suspense literary novels, for those who don’t know, and at the time of that post, I’d just written the final words of the third and final book. Not only that, I mentioned how I was done with… Continue reading The Process of Writing: It’s Kind of Addictive
Three years ago, I was preparing for a similar trip to the one I’m making today: flying to Scotland to visit Husband’s family for Christmas. The first time I did this, of course, he was not yet Husband, he was The Last Boyfriend, and we were both living and teaching in Japan. For our first… Continue reading I’m Going On a (Christmas) Adventure!
The lovely thing about working from home is that Christmas has not yet begun for me. Yes, you heard me right. It’s the middle of December, and it’s not yet Christmas.
When was the last time you saw real fear on someone’s face? How about pain? Shock? Rage-fueled fury? I’m not talking movies here, either, no, I mean real people displaying real emotions. When is the last time you saw something utterly raw? I see it plenty. See, I’m an MMA fan. MMA stands for mixed… Continue reading Blood Sports For the Gentle Soul
Under-Paid, Over-Enthused 