A neighbor who lived next door to my parents used to babysit me from time to time while I was growing up. Not recently, obviously. Her name was Gladys, and she was originally from England. I adored her, and when I got older, we watched every horror movie we could get our hands on. Sometime after I graduated from college—she moved up north to live with her daughter—I called her up and she dropped the bomb “Oh, I’ve got cancer.” Gladys lived a couple of months longer, and then she was gone. We…Continue
I distinctly remember starting college and listening to many of the guys on my dorm floor talking about their weekend conquests. And for once, these people weren’t making it up. They really were doing the deed, and a couple of them mentioned how the girls loved their chest hair. I didn’t have any. None. Zip. Zilch. I didn’t have any girls either, which I’m totally fine with, but I wanted chest hair. I probably went to bed for the next 3 years each night putting a word in with a higher power…Continue
Do you ever get into a funk and not realize you’re in one? Michigan is a beautiful place to live—and I expect I’ll die here someday—but we have some long ass winters. It didn’t occur to me how much of a toll the 20 and 30-degree weather we’ve been having for MONTHS now was getting me down. Cue my hubby calling and suggesting I fly down to see him in Saint Thomas for a couple of days. This would be my second visit in 6 years.
If ever a good time existed to head south before summer hits…Continue
What do you say we have a little fun with today’s post? It’s been nothing but serious serious serious in the news lately, and politics politics politics. The serious politics bit is why I’ve gone down to blogging one day a week. Everyone, including myself, is so paranoid about what’s going on in Washington, we’re not reading much for pleasure. Even I have the “Oh, Christ, what’s he done now???” mentality. So, what could we do today to lighten the mood? I have an idea.
Little Brother Eddie flew in this past weekend for reasons I cannot divulge, except to say it had something to do with the upcoming book. In any case, he had one request: “I want to go to Frankenmuth.” I asked why. “I want to go get noodles from the restaurant we ate at last time, and I want to stop off at the outlet mall.” I asked why. “Because I like the noodles.” I didn’t mean that part of the reason. “Oh, I want to shop for some clothes for my niece and nephew.”
LB’s niece is…Continue
Those of us in Michigan found ourselves treated to a wind storm last week that nearly gave the film Twister a run for its money. No, we didn’t have funnels—or funnel cakes, which would have been preferable because they’re delicious with a little powdered sugar—but we did have 16 hours of constant wind that tended to gust between 40 and 60mph. Yes, 16 hours of it. I believe estimates were mentioned at 1 million folks being left without power. Even now as I write this, Sunday evening, there…Continue
I’m not a novice at writing. You wouldn’t always know it—well, I wouldn’t always know it—but I’ve had my share of compliments when I’ve assisted someone with something they were working on. And while I’ve been writing creatively since I was in first grade, I have always maintained that I continue to learn. The day I no longer feel I can learn anything is the day my ass needs to retire. If there is a flaw in my ability to write, it’s that I fail to see the errors in one of my own finished…Continue
I graduated from University back in 1993, and was a couple of months out when one of my former high school teachers called me up. She’d been doing some research on a book she wanted to write, only she wasn’t entirely sure how to start it, or how to develop it. We spent a couple of days together going over ideas, then she went off to write. Two weeks later, she called and asked if I wanted to co-author the book. I’d never completed a book yet, so I agreed.
The genre wasn’t my first…Continue
I spent this past weekend in New York City. It seems when I’ve reached a certain point in dealing with things, when I just can’t clear my head, I book a flight to NYC. It’s a bit like the ultimate comfort food. Now, I’m sure New York has its share or problems—the place scared me to no end the first couple of times I visited—but I’ve been pretty sheltered by them. And when I need her, she welcomes me with open arms.
There’s no point in lying. I, like so many others, have been deeply…Continue
I know. I know. I’m about to do that thing again where I’m bemoaning that something’s changed, and it’s not like it used to be. But, seriously! Come on. Have you been to a movie theater lately? And I’ll be honest, I don’t have the fondest memories of the theater experience itself while growing up. The movies? Yes! The theaters? No.
First of all, it used to be that if the newspaper listed a movie as starting at 4:45pm, IT STARTED AT 4:45pm! If you walked in at 4:47, then you’d missed 2…Continue
It’s not a good way to start each day feeling like you should be apologizing to the world for who’s now leading your country. I don’t like the man, personally or professionally, but I haven’t called him a name since he took office. And I’m going to try my best not to. It bothered me to no end when Obama took office to see the complete lack of respect from the opposing party. Then, two years into office, we heard Mitch McConnell utter this little gem: “The single most important thing we want…Continue
I’m told I have a weird memory. Why? I can remember lots of little details about people, and things they’ve said, likes, dislikes, things they’ve done, or expressions on their faces. That information seems to easily store itself in my memory for later use. I can even remember where I watched certain movies going back as far as my childhood, and tell you who I saw them with. I can often tell you where I bought or ordered a movie from in my collection. Yet, despite this, I cannot remember many…Continue
“Don’t go,” Little Brother warned me. “She wants to eat you. Or they’ll find your body floating in the bay.”
The Grandmonster had invited me to Hong Kong for the Chinese New Year this year, and while I’m sure she’d very much enjoy watching the Police finding my body in the bay on the evening news, there was something else afoot. My little brother was immediately concerned, but mostly because I haven’t updated my Trust yet to include giving him all my airline miles in case of my…Continue
One of my least favorite misconceptions about authors is we’re rich. We’re not, but folks think we are. I’ve been hit up from time to time and asked for free copies of my work, and there have been screenshots of people on Facebook asking their friends where the best pirate sites are to download free books. Libraries apparently aren’t popular anymore.
One thing readers don’t always have to do—mostly because we do it for them since it’s our trade—is keep their finger on the pulse of the…Continue
I grew up loving the Science Fiction genre, and, let’s be honest, the horror genre. Talk about two areas that require a suspension of disbelief above many others. Unless a filmmaker tried to pass off a film as a documentary, audiences are pretty savvy in picking out fact from fiction. Even films that are “based on real events” are taken with a grain of salt. And for a good reason. It’s entertainment. Real life, on the other hand, isn’t quite as discerning in the hands of some folks, and they…Continue
My Little Brother visited from New York again this past weekend. I think he enjoys the Coney Island hotdogs, Vernors, and Sanders Hot Fudge because, let’s face it, it’s not for the ambience of downtown Detroit. Not that you could see downtown this weekend due to the fog. Incidentally, if you ever want a good chuckle, ask Little Brother how to pronounce the word “fog.” Seriously. Aside from that for the moment, we actually had a rare chat about our parents during our early years.
I have no idea if the end of the book I’m currently writing has anything to do with this—maybe—but I’ve been wondering lately what my future will be like at the end. I can’t help but shake I’ll be alone. And I don’t mean abandoned. I mean everyone else will pass before I do. Dying has always seemed very daunting and scary to me. But if you were surviving and everybody else around you was kicking the bucket long before your timer went off? That’s almost more terrifying.
When my husband…Continue
There are days I think I enjoy editing one of my manuscripts more than I do writing the first draft. The weird thing is I love writing. It’s an incredible experience to sit down, start typing away, and seeing what gets created. What I have in mind quite often changes because, while the main gist of it is there, plot points get introduced I never saw coming. And I swear I sit there and mutter “Holy smokes! Where did that come from? That’s brilliant!” For the record, when I say “That’s…Continue
A former boss, Cindy Medley, who was also a wonderful friend passed away last December. She was, to those of us who knew her, extraordinary. I won’t repeat what I’ve already said about her in my blog post last month after her passing, but I do want to tell you about something that happened last Sunday night. It involves her, and it’s not what I think of as an isolated case.
I fell asleep and dreamed I was back in college at GVSU. I was taking some sort of class in the old video studio…Continue
Eddie Lam. I’m just putting that in front since I was recently informed by Little Brother that he often looks for his name in my blog posts before he even reads them. That’s nice. So, now that we have that out of the way, let’s get on with it, shall we? His Majesty, my husband, enjoys giving me a hard time when I get emotional. Why? Because, as with Vulcans, emotions confuse and ultimately annoy him. I personally enjoy expressing my emotions since I’m a writer and need to understand how to…Continue