I Miss You, Starsky! Love Ya, Buddy!

I just realized it’s been exactly twelve years since the last time I saw my Best Friend in person. And it’s almost eleven years since she died. That gaping maw is still there; it will never leave.

The two books published in my Deuces Wild series are both dedicated to her. All books in that series will be:

Deuces Wild is dedicated to the memory of my best friend; my inspiration for an enduring friendship…

Good-bye, Starsky



I Owe My Mother for the Love of Books

The title says it all. From my earliest memories, I remember sitting in my mother’s lap while she read to me. Some were Little Golden Books and Wonder Books (my favorite was the BingityBangity School Bus) and others things like Grimm’s Fairy Tales (favorite: Town Musicians of Bremen).

Don’t underestimate the power of reading to your children. They don’t need all the TV and electronics, they need someone to read to them, to open their minds to the wonder and power of words.

I thanked her while she was alive for giving me a love of reading, but I reiterate it: Thank you, Mama!




Minutiae and Being Nibbled to Death

I’ve been thinking lately (yes, I know this is Wrong and Trouble and just generally Not a Good Idea).

I’ve worked with various editors over the years, and of course know lots of authors, some of whom have been in critique groups with me. And frankly, a few of them (not all, just a few) are so anal and set in their ways and opinions that nothing, even a Voice Coming Down from Heaven, could sway their views on what is Proper Writing.

So here’s my question, Dear Readers. How much does Something You Don’t Like affect your ability to enjoy and continue reading a story? If it’s well crafted, can you suppress the fact that the author has not excised every single “that” from it (regardless of how it’s used), or that it includes dialogue tags and attributes instead of just beats, or heaven forbid, there is some telling instead of all showing, or perhaps the author uses the time-honored but now outmoded omniscient third person instead of sticking with the POV of one character in each scene – or even, heaven forbid! – doesn’t use a deep POV? How about finding a typo, or the wrong word used (thinking of at least two revered, award-winning SF writers here that I regard as my heroes), or too many or not enough commas, or the use of ellipses, or the use or lack of use of semicolons? Or [fill in the blank with whatever your pet peeve is]?

I honestly want to know, because at times I feel I am being nibbled to death by…what are those earth creatures called: feathers, long bill, webbed feet, go “quack”? Ah, cats! I am being nibbled to death by cats!