Donuts and Desires

 It's four in the morning and I can't sleep, so I'm reflecting on some of the positive things I've accomplished over the pas...

When I was a teenager, older adults warned me that no matter how old you get, you always look into the mirror expecting to see your eight...

I've been re-watching Beverly Hills 90210 on DVD. I just finished the first season and I'll tell you this: I remember watching...

I used to tell people writing meant nothing to me. Family, friends, writers, readers... I told everyone that writing was something I only d...

The other day I was listening to a tarot podcast , when the podcaster mentioned she's the type of person who is often accused of read...

In case you haven't heard about Lexi Wood, she's the sock puppet who lives in my apartment and writes taboo erotica for me to publis...

Last November I wrote a novel for NaNoWriMo (National Novel-Writing Month). I wanted to write something commercially-viable, something th...

I thought I was a Femme Fatale. I did. I thought that for years.  I thought I was this sexy little number who wouldn't rest until sh...

This one's for @amhartnett.  We've been tweeting back and forth about Rufus Wainwright a lot lately, and when I was searching for an...

Random middle-of-the-night post, here. My girlfriend had this dream about us. And when I say US, that includes YOU: I had a weird dream ...

I thought I'd mentioned this book before, but I can't find the post and, anyway, I've got some new news about it. The antholog...

A few months ago, I was sitting in my grandmother’s living room with my sister Leslie, my mother and, of course, Grandma herself.   Tha...

Diary of a Teenager in Love with a Teacher Hard to believe, but as I write this blog post, my diary " LIKE IT'S 1999: Diary of...

If you're an author, you know the anxiety and exhilaration that go along with a release day.  Well, what if your book wasn't ficti...