Every now and then I do something that is both smart and stupid. In late July, I did one of those things: I decided I was finally (three years after our beloved dog Murphy passed away) ready for another dog.
Every once in a while I have a week where everything seems to come together. This past week is that week for me. It started with a short trip to Amsterdam, then the Saturday Evening Post published my short story
Summer is heating up—in more ways than one! To start with, the Bodies Full of Burning anthology (with me as EDITOR!) from Sliced Up Press and the Blood & Bone anthology from Ghost Orchid Press (one of my short stories
I’m generally not one to mind waking up and going to work (especially when that consists of getting showered and walking downstairs), but today I woke up to a new short story acceptance—and this Monday morning was much improved! I’m
I’m not even going to lie: I’m flabbergasted that as of this post three of my short stories have been published in anthologies since January—including “Scrabbling for Daylight,” a 100-word drabble published yesterday by Ghost Orchid Press in their Beneath
Every morning is the same: my alarm goes off, and I check my phone for new alerts. This morning the first alert I saw was a reminder that The Half That You See anthology had dropped. Under normal circumstances, I’d