From all of us at SFF Seven: May your holiday be as merry and bright as it is for  a kitten and her first Christmas tree. 

Primary goal for 2019: Convince this little lady that she wants to live. We're doing the massive IBD flare thing again and she's ...

Predicting the publishing future - my stabs in the dark heart of the publishing wilderness. Totally sounds like I should be filming a Predat...

So you know how you make some random blanket statement that your life is an open book and you have nothing to hide? And then, inevitably, ou...

This is my last post as a Pacific Northwesterner. By this time next week, I will have relocated to Florida. As you can see, Hatshepsut is ...

The cat is back. Her feeding tube is out and she's recovering really, really well. My heart, however, is now in for some serious stres...

Word counts while traveling depend entirely upon your ability to arrange for vast wastelands of time and boredom. Sort of like being a kid ...

Two weeks and an eternity ago, Autolycus died. Tonight, Hatshepsut is in the hospital. I'm binge eating ice cream bars, listening to the...

Whelp. After reading Jeffe's excellent post about author brand , it belatedly dawns on me I have one. One I hadn't, to this point, k...

It's cherry blossom time in Poulsbo, the Little Norway of Washington state. The left hand shot is of the first blossom that's...

Once upon a time, I had an Instagram account. Oh, the account is still in my name. You can still search on it and find it. But. It is *my* a...

Didja ever start a project - maybe you're painting a the house or knitting a baby blanket - and filled with glee, you break out the rol...

This week's question has two possible translations, I think. What characters would I like to have written. And: What characters would I ...

Why (and where) do I blog? Let me get this right out in the open: I have to force myself to blog. It does not come at all naturally to m...