I’m back. It’s been a long time since I’ve posted anything, literally, anything. The world has changed, and I’ve changed along with it. I’ve shelved the story about Beryl and am working on a new story, a re-write of Snow White and Rose Red. That’s all I’m going to tell you, for now.
I’m so glad you found me. In these pages you’ll find information about my books, including the one I’m currently working on, information about me and about the things in life that I enjoy. And if by some divine providence you figure out what makes me tick, please let me know.
Why the blog title, you ask? No, I’m not schizophrenic, at least I don’t think I am. Let’s just say that most days I’m not. But writing fiction is a form of schizophrenia. I have these characters, so many of them in my head who won’t leave me alone until I write their story.
With that said, I hope you’ll enjoy reading their stories as much as I as enjoyed writing them.
“Writing isn’t about making money, getting famous, getting dates, getting laid, or making friends. In the end, it’s about enriching the lives of those who will read your work, and enriching your own life, as well. It’s about getting up, getting well, and getting over. Getting happy, okay? Getting happy.”
― Stephen King, On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft