Tuesday, June 20, 2017

A Small House on Pilings.

Once upon a time I shared an apartment with two other working women. One of them had, in her recent past, woken up to her wedding day and handled it as described in the story A Small House on Pilings. And then she changed her name and moved to California where we shared an apartment with a third friend, and explained to us why she had changed her name. It was an unforgettable tale and although I have changed names and locations and a few details, most of what happened was exactly as she described it. I am sure you can figure out the reason for her name change. Yeah. He was not amused, and yeah, he had a shotgun.

Saturday, March 25, 2017

Breakfast by streetlight

A fact from this fantasy writer. This is how my grandmother timed cooking her eggs...

Thursday, February 2, 2017


My short story Valentine Vampire is a romantic version of the Chicago Valentine’s Day Massacre, result of a rivalry between the gangs of Al Capone and Bugs Moran.

My connection to the historical event is this. My grandmother lived in a house about a block and a half from the building where this occurred. She was on the second floor near a window when the guns went off in what was usually a quiet, peaceful neighborhood. But it was Chicago. And even back then, no one ran out in the street at the sound of gunshots.

Friday, August 3, 2012

Questions from non-writers -

A blogger author recently discussed questions from non-writers and suggested giving serious answers. Lotsa luck there. My answers may not be serious but they are honest. Sort of.

And from my sister: When are you going to write a really serious novel?
(Sis, you've known me all my life and when was I ever serious?)

Or:  I gave you an idea. Why didn't you turn it into a novel?
(Sis, you have to give me more than three sentences.)

Or: Where do you get your ideas?
(Not from my many sisters, obviously.)