Debbie Cassidy is a 35 year old multi-tasking ninja who lives in England, Bedfordshire, with her three kids and very supportive husband. Coffee and chocolate biscuits are her writing fuels of choice, and she is still working on getting that perfect tower of solitude built in her back garden.
Boy, oh boy, do I feel like the slacker. Just reading Jessica’s bio makes me want to go back to school.
Well, maybe not back to school, but, I’d be willing to learn how to make a quahog sandwich.
It’s March! And it’s Wednesday. This means we’re playing games over at the blog. It doesn’t mean I never play games on other days, say, like Mondays or Fridays and sometimes Tuesdays in the late afternoon, but rarely on a…
When a very cool writer comes your way. You, of course, ask him to play the Author Game.
Hello there, Howard. I love a great story, a great spy and a fantastic movie, so there. You’ve won me over three times.
Hello there! It’s another Wednesday and since this is NANOWRIMO month, I am writing this well ahead of time and setting up the little scheduler to work while I sleep, or sleepwrite, because there is no pausing to get to 50k words in a month that is struck short by Thanksgiving travels and conventions and general hi-jinx.
There are some writers that you never really know. They hide behind their characters, they change their names, build fake towns or fantasy worlds. You may never truly know them. And sometimes, that lets you fall into their stories harder than you might have if you were busy staring at the face on the book jacket wondering if she really is the teacher at your kid’s school or the girl on the elevator at Park Street Condos.
And she’s definitely an author you should be reading. Heck, you’ve got like sixteen books to chose from. Slow down, Maggie! Give the rest of us a chance, would you?
You can call her Maggie or you can call her Rigel,
I’m going to tell you a story as I remember it. It might not be as it truly was, but here goes.
A long time ago, I was in a creative writing class taught by George Singleton and I saw a somewhat familiar face across the room.
Happy Wednesday. This is a good day to play games. Some folks try to play a mental game with work, calling it Hump Day, or Martini Wednesday, trying to forget how the job sucks or the bills are due,