A Little About Me
I am an adventure seeking ponderer of the mysteries of the universe, writer of children's books (represented by Stephen Fraser of the Jennifer DeChiara Literary Agency), and lover of anything involving armor, archery, or swashbuckling.
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Beth Terrill at NorthSouth Books and Elena Rittinghausen at NordSüd Verlag have bought world rights to There Are No Dragons in This Book, a debut picture book by Donna Weidner (l.), illustrated by Carla Haslbauer, about a dragon explaining to readers that … Continue reading
Have you ever felt like a unicorn? The odd-one-out? The rarity in the herd? In the children’s book writer’s world, I have. Unlike many of my contemporaries, I didn’t spend lazy summer days, dark, stormy nights, and every other waking … Continue reading
Despite all of the previous hoaxes, he was sure the latest video of a UFO hovering over the park was the real thing. Waking up to a low-pitched hum and suspended in viscous gel the shade of mouldering bread instead … Continue reading
She just couldn’t figure out what that something was. Had it risen from the cooling embers when she turned and reached for her fleece? Besides the chill that launched goosebumps up her back, spread them across her neck, and down … Continue reading
Alice Wetherby-Pimms had a peculiar penchant for pickles. Be they sweet, sour, or dill, the child was mad about brined cucumbers. Chips, chunks, cubes, finely chopped relishes, halves, slices, spears, sticks and whole, no matter their shape, Alice craved them … Continue reading
Until I was six, I thought Uncle Sally’s name was Who-Gives-A-Sh*t. Everyone called him that – the neighbors, the few friends he had, his business associates, the family – even his mother, my Nana. She’d hoped the label wouldda’ forced her caro … Continue reading
This Page This Blank Page This Spotless, Blank, White Page Why is it so terrifying? So intimidating? So daunting?
Ichiro snores. The fog horn blows. My feet are cold and the fragrance of lilies on the kitchen counter drifts into the living room where I stare at the precarious position of my teacup on the edge of the coffee table while pondering this run on sentence the … Continue reading