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I hope…
2019 is officially gone. It’s now in our past and we’re heading into the 20s. I hope 2020 brings you the kind of magic that makes your heart race, that it brings you adventure and the kind of knowledge that comes from leaving your comfort zone. May it bring your…
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Ghost of Christmas Past
(This was originally posted on the Bold Strokes UK blog, where lots of great authors are telling readers about their holiday memories. You should have a looksee.) Loss is inevitable. At some point, we’ll be celebrating our holidays without our loved ones (and they’ll be doing so without us). It…
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Bacon and bus drivers
There is so much power in the stories we tell. If we could bottle it we’d power the world for centuries. And we’re all story tellers. Every day people tell others a story; how was your day? Well, let me tell you… We talk about our co-workers, our parents, our…
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Will you love my baby?
Imagine: You spend 6-9 months creating a baby. It’s hard work. You blow off friends, you stay inside on beautiful days, you eat way too many snacks. And you create. Then, the time comes for your baby to be born, to be presented to the world. Not just to your…
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A lighthouse on land
As someone who lives with mental health issues, and someone who is probably on the spectrum and doesn’t always deal well with other people, I sometimes forget to talk about the stuff in my head. Like, it literally doesn’t occur to me to say things out loud. I’m getting better…
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Breathing new life into old words
I’m excited to say I have a story in the forthcoming Lesfic Eclectic, an anthology that came about via the fabulous EllCon conference last year, but which has developed even further and now includes lots of great authors, from newbies to established writers. It has been pulled together and edited…
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Foray into new territory
My sixth novel, Changing Course, comes out in November. But it will be on special pre release for Women’s Week in Provincetown in October. I just finished the proofs for it. (Proofs are your last chance to make sure it’s clean and there aren’t any spelling errors or gross inconsistencies.)…
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The Spin Cycle
And… breathe. Three days of Pride is a lot for anyone, and when you’re an introvert, even more so. When I’m in the moment I’m generally pretty good at focusing on the reader and the conversation at hand. By the end of the day I’m stiff and exhausted and not…
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I Will Not Look Away
The last time I walked in a Pride parade I was young. Thirteen, maybe? It was with my church, and I remember purple T-shirts. I’m a bit older than that now. (Cough, splutter, ahem) And so when we got the offer to march with the Romantic Novelists Association in London…
Brey Willows 