• Life Blogging,  Words

    On Motherhood: Life, Love, and the Pursuit of Happiness

    On this date, eleven years ago, I had my last baby. During my pregnancy, I was adamant that I wanted a girl because my husband already had two boys, and I wanted to give him a girl. God saw fit to make him a boy and that was the end of it. I’m glad now. My relationship with my daughter, now 18, has been a volatile and rocky one. I know it’s very typical that girls compete with their moms over everything, but having an alphabet behind your name and surviving all that she has does things to a person. God knew exactly what I needed. This tiny little guy…

  • Words,  Writing Advice

    The Weekly Breakdown for Surviving NaNoWriMo

    Week 1 you’re rolling right along. You’re maintaining the suggested word count, and feeling confident you’ll finish ahead of schedule. This is a great feeling, and I encourage you to keep going. Week 2 arrives, and you still have a lot of steam. You plug away, still making that word count, but suddenly, it’s become a struggle. Don’t worry. Every other person doing NaNo feels the same thing (except your friend Joan. She is still going at full speed. She’s the exception. Ignore her.) Even with your brilliant outline, the little things around you begin to distract you. It’s become harder to meet the daily word count. For the first…

  • Lessons Learned,  Words

    On Writing Horror: A Look Behind the Scenes of The 13 series

    “You’re such a sweet, sugary unicorn, your dark side is a bit of shock.” I hear this quite often. I daresay if you knew me in real life, you would never suspect I wrote horror unless I told you. Does a horror author have a certain look? That might be your first thought, but look how many of the serial killers of our times (Tom Bundy, for example) were actually good looking humans (in a totally trusting, non-creepy way)? So this would probably mean my personality. I’m all about the unicorns, the dragons, purples, pinks, green-blue hues. You pop onto my page expecting something┬ádarker, don’t you? Gore and blood, headless…