Wrapped in Cotton

This post was supposed to be about something, instead, it's about another. I was going to write up how to do anthologies, as with a few under my belt in the last couple of years, I could do that. Instead, I want to talk about cotton wool. If you'd like to hear a panel discussion... Continue Reading →

Soothing Reading

Recently my husband urged me to read a book. I was standing in the dining area of the apartment, surrounded by boxes and chaos. I was also having something of a mild anxiety attack. I had worked eight hours, trotted my happy little derriere off to work another three hours at the past-job-that-won't-die, had made... Continue Reading →

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