I’m running for Secretary of the Women’s Fiction Writers Association.
We have a margarita fountain at our yearly retreat, so, of course.
I’m running for Secretary of the Women’s Fiction Writers Association.
We have a margarita fountain at our yearly retreat, so, of course.
This vending machine in the Sip and Sonder coffee shop in Inglewood (near Los Angeles) spits out free short stories for you to read. Well-written ones too. It’s like winning the lotto only with less money and begging relatives.
We Were Snubbed by Our Dead Dog. Twice. was published in the New York Times. You can find the essay here.
Thank you, WFWA members, for voting me onto the Women’s Fiction Writers Association Board of Directors for 2019. I feel honored to be part of this professional organization and to be serving with such a sterling group of writers.
Spent a few hours this morning doing research on a character in my next novel. The research involved watching a panel of speakers at The Ebell discuss the foster care system in Los Angeles. It was heartwarming to be in a crowd of people committed to helping children and families! Writing has perks and I…
Is “I’m busy reading” an excuse for woefully neglecting my website? I hope so. Here’s this week’s novels: Finished: Sula by the incomparable Toni Morrison for my book club (aka The Dragonettes) Borrowed: Thank you LA Public Library for Fleishman is in Trouble (love that title!) by Taffy Brodesser-Akner Revisited: We Hope for Better Things by Erin…