ON THE VERGE

Ah. Sigh. Swoon. I just read a lovely young adult novel about young adult love and I am still sighing and swooning and sorta wishing I were ...

As promised I have picked the creative brain of an author friend and will now share my findings with my faithful blog readers. Today, I’d l...

My family used to help out at a church where we used to live. Every year they set up a big store where underprivileged people could “shop” f...

On this glorious, bizarrely sunny and 80 degree day in Columbus, I find myself smack dab in the middle of yet another first draft (ten. B...

I have the hardest time setting a book down. Even when I am bored out of my skull. Even when it’s terribly written and page after terrib...

I love meeting other writers. When I was growing up I didn’t know any “real” ones, so when my teenage self dreamed of someday being a ...

Last night a friend and I watched the movie Moneyball and thereby completed our quest to watch all nine of the Oscar nominees for Best Pi...