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Finding My Voice: The Power of Meeting Readers ...

Last year, after becoming thoroughly disillusioned with the pay-to-play world of social media, I decided to get back to basics and try a couple of live events. No ads, no...

Finding My Voice: The Power of Meeting Readers ...

Last year, after becoming thoroughly disillusioned with the pay-to-play world of social media, I decided to get back to basics and try a couple of live events. No ads, no...

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When Will I Ever Learn?

I ran out of rope this week. If dogged determination, relentless cheeriness, and blind optimism were plaited into a rope, I abruptly ran out of all three.  I'm no mountaineer,...

When Will I Ever Learn?

I ran out of rope this week. If dogged determination, relentless cheeriness, and blind optimism were plaited into a rope, I abruptly ran out of all three.  I'm no mountaineer,...

Halloween, Nostalgia, and Plastic Pumpkins

Halloween, Nostalgia, and Plastic Pumpkins

As you'd expect from a writer of witchy fiction, I love Halloween. If it could stretch all the way to springtime, I’d gladly trade Christmas for a few more months...

Halloween, Nostalgia, and Plastic Pumpkins

As you'd expect from a writer of witchy fiction, I love Halloween. If it could stretch all the way to springtime, I’d gladly trade Christmas for a few more months...

Mabon Reflections: The Dance of Day and Night

Mabon Reflections: The Dance of Day and Night

The wheel turns. This Sunday is Mabon, the autumn equinox. Day and night will be equal—like the black swan and the white, frozen on stage with toes pointed, wings outstretched,...

Mabon Reflections: The Dance of Day and Night

The wheel turns. This Sunday is Mabon, the autumn equinox. Day and night will be equal—like the black swan and the white, frozen on stage with toes pointed, wings outstretched,...

My Writing Week

My Writing Week

Well, that title’s a fib for a start. We’ve been away this week, so I’ve not written a thing which makes me feel all sorts of things – chiefly, a...

My Writing Week

Well, that title’s a fib for a start. We’ve been away this week, so I’ve not written a thing which makes me feel all sorts of things – chiefly, a...

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The Season of the Witch

Autumn has arrived. While the sun is still warm, the garden thirsty for rain, there is the promise of change on the wind. The leaves on the trees are waiting....

The Season of the Witch

Autumn has arrived. While the sun is still warm, the garden thirsty for rain, there is the promise of change on the wind. The leaves on the trees are waiting....

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