Yesterday afternoon this image on the wall outside my garret perfectly captured the mood of the week's end ... golden light and dancing ...

There's a piece of paper fluttering around my chair, fuzzy here b/c I'm too impatient to fuss with the camera. Books to buy: The Kni...

I'm guest-blogging at Murderati on Saturday, so come on over and say hello! You'll find a line-up of wonderful writers and always g...

A novel, in the end, is a container, a shape which you are trying to pour your story into. -Helen Dunmore

And the day came when the risk to remain tight in the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom. -Anais Nin