Isn’t this one of the most beautiful babies you’ve ever seen? Yeah, I know…most of you that come here see my stuff on Facebook, but I haven’t mentioned Miss Scarlett here yet.
This little darlin’ is my niece, Scarlett Raine, born at Ostara (March 21st for you non-pagans…lol). She was about six weeks early, so she was tiny, only just barely over five pounds. Almost a month later, she’s just over six pounds, and she’s got the strongest neck I’ve ever seen on a little one! We babysat yesterday, and …

Like many folks in the genre fiction business, I’ve been waiting not-so-patiently to hear what announcement former Leisure (Dorchester) author Brian Keene was making today.

Now that Read an E-book Week is over, and prices have gone back to normal, I want to encourage those who downloaded Eternity: Fire & Ice to remember to review, and then let me know where it’s posted.
Why? Click on over here and find out.
I’ve got a Kindle-for-PC file jam-packed with goodies to read, and hopefully review, myself. I absolutely went crazy. Er. Crazi-er.
Eternity: Fire & Ice had 42 downloads this week. In contrast, Belfire titles did not do as well – BUT – the sales we did make …

I really hate being emotional. I want desperately, sometimes, to just shut it all off; the ‘gift’ passed down our family line, the hiraeth (longing, in Welsh) I feel every day for so many things, the great and terrible sadness that doesn’t in fact, get better with time.
I’ve been working on a project coming out through Needfire later this month. It touches on a subject extremely close to me, one that is still raw and occasionally weeping, even now after so many years have passed. It brings me to what …

Rather than post a viewable size of the image on Facebook…which would be problematic, I decided to post it here. I think I’ve posted another version somewhere here, but I couldn’t find it. This one has all of the recently found faces circled as well, not just Gran’s. The mirror used to ‘live’ on the wall at the small landing at the top of the stairs in my grandparent’s old house. I’ve gone into detail elsewhere, about how I’d sit and look into it as a child, seeing another world …