On writing, living and loving

You know that last post? The one about the Christmas dream? I should have been more clear. I meant the Christmas of 2015, but I'm not...

Oh, the ecstasy! The emotions are etched in my memory like a high-contrast, high-definition photograph. I actually screeched that day six ...

The guy in the black clothing sneaks up behind his victim, slips his large hands around her throat and squeezes. She desperately reaches fo...

Mark Pryor, author When I first spoke with Mark Pryor, I was impressed. In one phone call, I could tell he knew his stuff -- th...

I was excited last year when I dropped the kids off for the first day of school. I had recently terminated my contract with my agent and c...

I've yet to publish a book, so I can't say what a negative book review feels like. I've had only one review on my published sho...

My 10-year-old son is an avid reader and a tough critic. So when I received a copy of Wildfire Run , a debut middle-grade novel by  Dee Garr...

An acquaintance once asked me to critique the first chapter of her work in progress. I didn't know her very well and I was unfamiliar wi...

Originally published Nov. 16, 2008 Even before I started querying literary agents, the queries came pouring in from friends and family. Why ...