MY new book:
Even as the world collapses, she will cross the ruins of a nation for the love that death itself cannot silence.
Inspired by Isis and Osiris, A WAVE OF BREATH is both a love story and a journey through danger, devotion, and the power of a bond that refuses to die.
Anybody know what’s going on?
Holy cow! Movies about Islands are beginning to spook me.
I don’t know what that is, but it ain’t human.
Good morning Blue Sky.
This Red Lemur feels it
Happy Valentine’s Day!! I am reminded of the immortal words of Spike, the vampire: “I may be love bitch, but at least I’m man enough to admit it.”
Happy New Year!
Back in my work days, standing in front of the famous All About Eve door. Lily Tomlin with some of the ushers. She had a dog named Tess, and we got its vet post cards for years, leading to unmerciful teasing… of me.
High school reunion and my book gets in the swag bag. Yea!
Vampire Tour of San Francisco
The earth feels a little empty today, knowing Gurney Norman no longer walks its mountain paths. A good teacher to me and friend. www.kentucky.com/news/state/k...
Storytelling is itself a cabaret of oddities. Medieval jesters wove riddles with prophecy; troubadours sang tales of saints beside bawdy ballads. The stage was always half sacred, half strange. #WyrdWednesday
Art: John Dawson Watson
When you've overwritten the "action" part of your new thriller...
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Got shot. Go get yours!
The Secretary of Death.
I’m a writer. It’s research. Really!
I swear, if I have to miss the final seasons of Call The Midwife… I’ll be in brick throwing mode.
The first time I ever saw the word “feminist”, I knew that was me. That was my path do or die. Still, if a Scottish man calls me his “wee lass”, I go weak in the knees.
1SentenceStory: As the mayor unveiled his initiative to install glittering unicorn statues in every park, Jenna smirked at how far the political conversation had fallen since the days of passionate debate over real issues—before her heart broke for the charming, yet utterly misguided, councilman.
Granny’s house where I grew up on Noetown Road in deepest, darkest Appalachia.
Take a guess which county I grew up in.
Dang! I just lost two eggs by cracking them on the edge of the sink. I guess the garbage disposal was hungry for #TraderJoe’s Pasture Raised. Eggs!!
I guess he’s never seen a strip mine.
New Moon.
It’s a fine looking dress.
I never met a cat that I didn’t like.
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