Crushing the Glass Ceiling

Crushing the Glass Ceiling

Artists were exalted ones in my little world. Singers, dancers, actors, writers—anyone on a platform or stage. In my little world we were the lowliest. Daddy was an auto mechanic who raced motorcycles for the thrill of it. He’d once been a sword swallower at a circus,...
Facing Feminism

Facing Feminism

I am honored to be featured in Annette Marie Hyder’s Facing Feminism: Feminists I Know. Here’s the postcard image she created from the photo and text I sent her.
How I Wrote A Novel Without An Outline

How I Wrote A Novel Without An Outline

I’ve often referred to writing fiction without an outline as mining a story buried inside the earth of imagination. My friend Billie Hinton speaks of this concept with the metaphor of archaeology  She describes this process like excavation of a story. Each element...
Jealousy and the Writer

Jealousy and the Writer

You’ve probably read a few. They’re common on Amazon and other consumer book review sites. You’ll sometimes read them in respected print publications, too. They pick at elements of plot, character, setting, and pacing with razor-sharp talons. They...