The Roses of Prose

My house is clean. Check. The laundry is done. Check. The dog has been walked. Multiple times. Check. I baked cookies. Check. Hmm...it...

Do you remember the cheesy games we used to have to play? Those ice breakers at camp, corporate retreats, training sessions? Those adult que...

Fall has finally broken Summer’s stranglehold on west Michigan. Just like the Winter That Never Ended. We don’t have regularly spaced ...

As some of you know, I recently had a nasty little surprise when I decided to be a responsible homeowner and have our septic tank proactivel...

What’s in a name? Well, for me, sometimes naming characters is a bit like trying on clothes. I gather as many names as I can carry, haul t...

I take a few road trips every year and I always use that time to flesh out ideas for writing. Most of my travel is on 4-lane highways and cr...

Remember how I freaked out in my last posting about pitching at the Cleveland Rocks Romance convention? I wondered if I could cancel my flig...