Alexander awakes to a bloodcurdling scream. He leaps out of his bed in a single bound, racing across the uneven floor of his quarters. The splintering wood is rough against his bare feet as he wrenches open the door to his room. Warm morning light sweeps across him in a blinding swath of gold and … More Excerpt From The Forbidden City
I am composing this blog post in between baby naps and puppy snuggles. That’s right–my attention is divided these days. The dog is no longer the sole contender for space on my lap; now he’s got Tiny Human in the lineup. That being said, you’ll have to excuse this post if it sounds a … More The One Where I Add “Mom” To My Resume
Normally on this blog I write about… well, writing. Sometimes, in writing about writing I also write about my dog, my husband, or my undying love of zombies and snacks (in no particular order). I have, for the most part, stuck to this theme since the genesis of my author page, and I’m not the … More Why I Refuse to Let Donald Trump’s Hateful Words Shame Me Back Into Silence
1) When people try to talk to you before you’ve had your morning coffee. “I’m going to need you to walk away from me.” 2) When you agree to go to the gym with your super fit friend and it turns out to be a lot less fun than it sounded. “Is there a … More 14 Ways This Grouchy Boston Terrier is All of Us
I’ve been negligent again, guys. I’m sorry. I went to the New York Writer’s Conference in August and spent a weekend immersed in workshop after workshop on writing and publishing. It was glorious. It was eye-opening. It was, at times, pretty intimidating. I meant to come home and document my thoughts and reframe my newfound … More Updates and Excerpts and Agents, Oh My.
I’ve never been very comfortable with change. Mixing something up, or replacing something old with something new, has always bothered me, no matter how small or insignificant that change might be. And I really mean it when I say it doesn’t matter how small. A new collar for Henry? No way. It doesn’t matter if … More Ch-ch-ch-changes
My husband is good at public speaking. He can make entire roomfuls of wedding guests laugh and cry and laugh again in just a quick, ten second turnaround. He knows when to push and, even more so, he knows when to hold back and wait. He can hold his own in an argument with higher … More The Post Where I Panic About My Lack of Social Skills
Anyone who knows me knows that I’m pretty big on birthdays. I love my birthday, my friends’ birthdays, my husband’s birthday… for God’s sake, I even threw my dog a giant 1st birthday pool party (Thanks again to the friends who came and politely tolerated THAT weirdness. Just FYI, guys, his third birthday is … More Birthday Shenanigans
Back in March I started talking about a new zombie related project I was working on, and no one was surprised. Considering I frequently wear my blood spattered “This is my zombie killing shirt” t-shirt out in public, can we really say we expected anything different from the woman who casually stockpiles canned goods in … More Zombies, New York, and Kryptonite
This morning while walking the dog I was so engrossed in mentally blocking a scene from my newest dystopian project that I failed to see a muddy pothole in the road directly in front of me. While Henry neatly avoided the gap, I caught my toe on the edge and nearly face planted in the … More There are Zombies in Boston.