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Two Publications in August!

My story this week is good news–a worthy topic by itself. And I do have a story for you to read. You just have to go to Fantasia Divinity to check it out. August is shaping up to be an

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Lessons From a Border Collie

A couple months ago, I went to a shelter to adopt a new dog. I came home with Finn, a two-year-old border collie. The important thing you need to know about Finn is that he’s a fanatic. If I bend

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Tool Thief

“We’ve got to keep better track of our tools today,” Tom said as we pulled up to our jobsite. It was a beautiful brick addition to the community college in Santa Rosa, about an hour north of San Francisco, traffic

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The Nod and Smile Editing Passes

A reasonably common piece of advice is to be careful not to overuse the words nod and smile. Beats are a lovely alternative to dialogue tags, but we can’t go to the obvious wells too often. I knew this. I’d

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The Taste of Fear

Fear comes in many flavors. There’s the adrenaline rush, so addictive for some that they seek safe forms so they can experience it on demand. There’s the sick dread of seeing something coming and knowing there’s no way to stop

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Author Press Kits

Apparently, we’re supposed to have a press  kit before we even publish a book, but I’m just getting the memo. In case anyone else is as behind the power curve on this concept as I am, I thought I’d pass

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Quest for a Hero

London, 1985 It was lunchtime, and the line for the sandwich shop wound out the door. Terrence hated when it got busy like this. By the time customers made it to the counter, they were all holding onto their tempers

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Frick and Frack

It’s not easy being the lone woman on a construction site. I always enjoy seeing another gal working there. Secretaries don’t count—most of the time, I can’t even get a key to the ladies’ porta-potty out of them. But now

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Naked Sky

Margaret stifled a scream and rammed her shovel into the soil. It was hard, hard as the reaper himself and unyielding as death. She jumped on the shovel and it sank a couple inches deeper. The shovelful joined the rest

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Cappuccino and the Great Heist

Edwina was standing in line at the bank when it hit her. The men who’d made the money for all this expensive marble décor hadn’t let anything like scruples hold them back. And they didn’t have a resident brownie. It

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