I’m not the world’s most prolific guest poster, but someone asked me about it, so I’ll ramble about what I know… As an author, if you’re writing a guest post, there are some unspoken rules of etiquette that I will speak of, because I’m all about speaking about the generally unspeakable:  TMI! In brief: Write

Starting the 9th, leave a comment over at Avery Olive’s website to be entered into a drawing for many, many different books, ebooks, journals, gift cards–lots of STUFF.  My book, Tales Told Under the Covers, is part of the drawing for December 14, so leave a comment then 🙂

Thank you for the excellent comments.  Updates…still need to get the non-swirly version; I may be getting a new wolf silhouette from my friend Asia’s Dark Moon Farm & Kennels…she has a husky who likes to sing, she says 🙂  

I’ve been thinking about fantasy novels, having written a lot about mirrors lately during NaNoWriMo (via Through the Looking-Glass).  What is fantasy?  A reflection, either internal or external, of something real.  But I was noticing that different types of fantasy have different, I don’t know, lengths (and complexity) of reflection. How far away is Urban Fantasy

Today will be a brilliant day in which I squint at my muse a lot. # The last day of NaNoWriMo. Didn't sleep last night due to (I think) the SoBe I drank at the mall. Stupid inadvertent allergic energy drinks. # I made it yesterday! I still have the epilogue to finish, but I

All, I’m working on a cover for the next De Kenyon book, the first in a middle-grade series.  Please give me comments!  The genre is an adventure/spy story with lots of magic and animals, modern day.  (I may add a tagline later.) The last version, everybody had a problem with the font. Here’s the deal:

Now that I’ve finished NaNoWriMo2011, I’m going to switch gears: to editing. I find that my enjoyment of editing swings back and forth; usually what happens is that I hate it until I’m in the middle of it, and then I enjoy it until I get sick of it, and then I hate it again.

I would make a terrible demoness.  Here it is, nearly Christmas,* and I haven’t managed to tease out what the members of my family want other than in bare dribs and drabs. Is it being raised Midwestern that has made Lee and I this way?  “Oh, whatever”? And have we passed this horrible curse of

I would make a terrible demoness.  Here it is, nearly Christmas,* and I haven’t managed to tease out what the members of my family want other than in bare dribs and drabs. Is it being raised Midwestern that has made Lee and I this way?  “Oh, whatever”? And have we passed this horrible curse of