In Which The Writer Pauses on Her Rewrites

February has so far been my worst month ever at getting blog posts up, and for the lamest reasons.  I’ve had lots to post about–it’s just all focused on my novel rewrites.  And, since repeating how grateful I am that the rewrites are going well and reporting that I’m still hard at work on 13 Demon Days gets boring, I’ve just ended up

Demon Love, with Crackers

The blog’s been neglected, the Christmas is still stacked ramble-bamble in a corner of the kitchen and I’ve turned ‘what’s for dinner’ over to the almost fourteen-year-old. Scary?  Naw.  I couldn’t be happier.  In fact, I wax so effusive that my family, being the darling dears they are, has thrust this blog in front of me and suggested

My New York Confession

I have something to share which shames me to admit.  My fear is that this will not only reflect poorly on my childhood aptitude and my sterling reputation for discernment as an adult, it may also offend my new friends.  Specifically, those from New York. Perhaps I can make it up to them when I blog

What Not to Wear in New York…On My Feet

Chinatown.  The Numismatic museum (and pirate gold!).  The World Trade Center Memorial.  The Empire State Building.  Grand Central Station.  And, of course, SCBWI’s winter conference.  What do all of these have in common? They’re going to be really cold and icy this weekend! But I’m a writer.  I write.  Sometimes I daydream.  In an efficient and

The Super Post

I kept hoping that the super post would be accompanied by some really super-spectacular, save-the-world kind of news…but nothing earth-shattering came up.  On the other hand, no one has attempted to sabotage me with kryptonite of any color, either.  And, hey, absence of kryptonite is a good thing. We are having a super long break, which has

Handmade Christmas Craft Roundup

Warning:  This post contains spoilers.  If, after reading below, you suspect that you or your child will be receiving one of the gifts shown, please perform an emergency mind wipe.  If you don’t know how to conduct a mind wipe, consult the men in black. Yarn cats are notoriously camera-shy, so out of the almost

Winter Wonderland, Southern Style

Nobody does snow and ice like the south.  All those northern and midwestern and even western states spend months every year practicing–shoveling snow, de-icing cars, driving calmly through blizzards–but they just don’t get it.  The way to do snow properly is to stop in your tracks and stare. Cancel school. Build a snowman. And give thanks every day while the