Robert Dugoni opened the Surrey conference I just attended. “On this day, I write,” was the ending phrase of his speech. If you’d like to hear it, please click here. It is inspirational. Thanks to Robert Dugoni, I began the conference reminded of why I write. Thanks to Robert McCammon, and Robynn Sheahan, and Russell…
Tag: speaking
In my dreams
I awoke from a dream before 5 am, heart pounding. There were no zombies, no shadows chasing me across dark parking lots, no threat of my untimely demise–just a room full of strangers. I was supposed to be speaking at some sort of conference, but no one would acknowledge my presence. They just kept talking…
Something To Say
Hey, y’all. For months, Cynthia’s been after me to write somethin’ for her website. Now, I don’t think I’ve really got much to say. Well, nothing that hasn’t been said before in one way or another. But she says I’m wrong about that. That I need to step right up to the microphone, so to…
In The Jailhouse
One year, I helped my daughter with her taxes. She gave me an iPod as a thank you. I’d never had one. Overnight, it transformed me into a modern woman. I wanted to listen to it constantly. That first week, I didn’t have an iTrip so I used the headset as I drove (which was…
Giving Voice
There’s this guy. Everybody knows who he is but I’ve never met anyone who actually knows him. He’s homeless. Very muscular. Some call him the “Buff Bum.” And, while he’s not quite as ripped as Atlas must have been, I imagine the weight he carries doesn’t seem much lighter than the heavens Atlas had to…
Beautiful Garbage
I recently completed my second novel, The Wrongs of Being Right. It covers the journey of Symphony Weber, a young girl who, at birth, is gifted with a special ability. She finds a way to turn off her gift after peer bullying and ostracism lead her to hate it. Years later, desperate to help someone…
Whatever I want
This is the first blog on my new website. Russell Turney (my friend and fellow author who set this up for me) said I could write whatever I wanted to. Funny, I guess I always knew that. That I could write whatever I want, I mean. Even if I couldn’t do what I wanted, or…