The Guest looms over my shoulder, invisible but obtrusive. She wraps her arms around my chest, constricting my lungs from expanding. Months pass and she follows me everywhere. I can’t breathe, but I allow her to stay as I wait for her to either profess her love, or to reject the invitation into my soul.... Continue Reading →

It’s Friday the 13th and fans of horror everywhere are geeking out...again. But for some of us, Friday the 13th never really ends. It’s inside of me always. Some phantom creature pumping through my bloodstream. A whisper of a thing, otherwise undetectable, except for the warning in my veins. I grew up on Friday 13th... Continue Reading →

FINALLY! Fair Haven has been unleashed upon the world. Indie publishing is a lot of hard work and gets a bad rap because necessary steps are often skipped. I am confident to say that no steps were skipped. It was a long, grueling process with countless revisions and editing and formatting and crying and tantrum-ing.... Continue Reading →

Astronomy has been a love of mine since childhood—long before writing.   The memory of my grandfather standing in his driveway,  with his neck crooked back and his hands in his pockets,   is clear enough that I can see the stars of the big dipper over his head.   Just as clear, is the memory of the... Continue Reading →

I like to think that attitudes toward women playing in male-dominated fields have changed since 1994, but in the adult world, that doesn't seem to always be the case. Perhaps today's youth are better about these matters. I can hope. "Developing on the Line of Scrimmage" is a short story loosely based on real-life events... Continue Reading →

What have you been doing? When I say  "I've been writing for 6 years,"  it doesn't seem possible,  and the truth is,  I really haven't been.  It wasn't until recently that I started taking my writing seriously enough to even call myself a 'writer.' So when people question what I've been doing for the past 6... Continue Reading →

How do I make time for writing?  Easy.  I don't do housework. It's filthy in here,  which is great inspiration for horror writing. What's that smell?  I'll work it into the story. The spots on my windows blur the outside world into a Monet of greens, browns, and blues.  My character's vision is failing. Animal... Continue Reading →

- a dissection of thoughts from the creative's brain. There was a disturbance within the gray matter. At three o’clock in the morning, the Circadian rhythm was disrupted and REM ceased. Left realized the change first and panicked. “Shhhh,” she whispered, afraid to make any sudden movements. “Just breathe and go back to sleep before... Continue Reading →