Book Candles. Editing. Fun.

Write a book. Now, go back and re-read the book  few years later. Edit your book while swilling coffee, ordering book candles, and bathing in the horror that you actually wrote that and thought, "Damn. This is art." This is my current place in life. I finished a novel last week…

It’s Not You. It’s Me.

It appears I miscalculated.I was originally under the impression that I'd written a Paranormal/Urban Fantasy series. It seems I am mistaken. After nearly one-hundred-fifty reviews, the consensus is as follows:1) It's fantasy. It just happens to be in a civilized area, free of roaming dragons and orcs. Sort of like a suburb,…