I love this day. Halloween. I really should have become a writer of Horror. Pure, rattle-your-bones, make-you-look-over-your-shoulder, run-up-the-stairs-hoping-the-hand-doesn’t-snag-your-foot horror stories. My cousin, Kathy, and I used to tell scary stories to each other growing up. Campfire stories. You remember them, right? The escaped killer with the hook, stalking lovers in their cars in the dark. […]
Okay, I admit it. Self-promotion makes my skin crawl. I just want to write a great book and have millions of people give it a chance. Not saying I want everyone to love my writing (although I won’t be anywhere near the Complaint Department if that ever happens). I am ready and willing to take […]
I couldn’t stop thinking about garage sales last night. In my life I have never attended one and I have only ever staged one myself. It was a horror show. I’ve never seen such a blatant disregard for market value in my life. Okay, that’s not true. We used to walk across the San Diego […]
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