I write to you from a hotel just outside my nation’s Capitol, dear readers. As part of my son’s education, we arranged with his aunt,
I was going to write something completely different — sorry Phantom, again — but last night just before I went to bed I saw
So put up a link to your books in the comments. I’ll start with the first book in a series, and the most recent.
I have committed a terrible sin against her royal highness Princess Buttercup. I closed a door and she was on the other side of it.
Almost every writer runs into this sooner or later: you start with great hopes, the story is bowling along. And then either it stops
I love my people. And there are six adults, two children, and a malamute in my house right now, and I’m losing my mind just