On the First Day of Christmas…

On the First Day of Christmas…

You know the song: On the first day of Christmas, my true love sent to me….  Let’s just skip to the last—and best—verse. On the twelfth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me: Twelve Newfies drooling Eleven Dachshunds digging  Ten Jacks a-leaping  Nine Poodles...
Speaking of Talking

Speaking of Talking

Telling stories and selling stories—as a writer, editor, and agent—that’s how I spend my days. And most nights, truth be told. I’m one of the lucky ones. I truly love my work—and would do it whether I got paid or not. (Which is just as well, since not getting paid is...
Letting Go of Shakespeare

Letting Go of Shakespeare

“If you have tears, prepare to shed them now.” —William Shakespeare In the past two weeks I haven’t done very much. I haven’t written a blog. I haven’t been to a yoga class. I haven’t walked through the bogs or watched What Not to Wear or called my mother, all tactics...
Howling at the Wolf Moon

Howling at the Wolf Moon

Don’t cry for the moon. Even when it shines with the glitter of the New Year, and pierces the cold gloom of winter like the promise of Spring, and begs you to believe that your luck has finally changed for the better. Those are the words that open my novel Wolf...

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