The other day I was texting with a writer friend of mine (Alica McKenna Johnson), and I said I was jealous by how much she could write. The woman writes long, (and awesome!) books; I’m lucky if I can get my books within the publisher-accepted range of 40,000-60,000 words. Her response was perfect: “Only another writer would be jealous of the voices in my head!” How true is that statement, though?! Unless your schizophrenic (sorry!) then having these voices telling a multitude

It’s been said that no idea is original anymore. The romantic idealist in me wants to stand up and say “no sir! I shall find it!” The sometimes negative realist in me is sitting next to the idealist saying, “really, dumb butt? You’re in for a world of heartbreak with that attitude.” If I’m being honest with myself, then duh there aren’t any more original ideas and really haven’t been for thousands of years. As soon as the human experience began in the primordial ooze of which

The title is slightly misleading as I don’t like coffee at all, but it still works. Several months ago, around when I first started writing THE CAVERN, I came across a Facebook post by a friend about the success of a little site called coffitivity.com. She used it to help her grandchildren do their homework, and it worked wonders. “Why not give it a try?” I thought. I don’t like complete silence when I write or read, but I don’t do well with lyrical music playing- it distract