She Walks in Beauty
I have a confession to make today. While it is typically a grave sin to “self-insert” in one’s fiction, some would say I did just that with th...
I have a confession to make today. While it is typically a grave sin to “self-insert” in one’s fiction, some would say I did just that with th...
I haven’t shared Black Dust music with you in a while. It’s been such a pleasure to hear that so many of you are enjoying the music in the book. So,...
It has been a few weeks since we’ve heard any music on this blog. And considering that Black Dust comes out in THREE DAYS! it might be time to revisit som...
You know I’ve waited too long to blog when I have to sign back in to my dash. *sigh* Sorry for that. I got caught up in… you don’t want excuse...
Can revisiting the past set us on a course for our future? What if our future is firmly entrenched in our past? How do you unwind the mess of the past to clearl...
Who doesn’t love a diva? Hrm, upon further reflection, don’t answer that. Divas can be complicated. Demanding. Impatient. Intolerant. Belligerent. F...
After some digging around … [Tobias] found what he was looking for: a spiral-bound pad of manuscript paper. Its pages were yellowed and curled at the corn...
Atonal music is an acquired taste. One, I admit, I never quite acquired. Even the name of it makes me cock my head in wonder. Music is rhythm, harmony and melod...
If you glance up at my tagline, you will see that I call myself a “rusty musician.” Most days, it’s fair to emphasize on “rusty,” ...
Music feeds the characters in Black Dust. It informs who they are, where they’re from, and paves the path to where they are going. This is the first of nu...