Monthly Archives: March 2012

During a recent car trip, my family and I discussed our “favorites,” as in favorite smells, favorite sounds, etc. I found it interesting; a lot of the times, a person’s choices are very much tied in with their past or … Continue reading →

I’ve never been a “Happy Medium” kind of girl. I guess I’m a drama queen at heart because my writing has always been the kind to evoke strong emotions in its readers. My words are words of extremes: Either people … Continue reading →

I’ve been thinking a lot about life lately. I’ve realized that I struggle with something every day. It isn’t always the same something, but it’s always something. I struggle with my career or deadlines or my body or my health … Continue reading →

Note from Smashwords founder, Mark Coker: March 13, 2012 Smashwords author/publisher update: PayPal Reverses Proposed Censorship Great news. Yesterday afternoon I met with PayPal at their office in San Jose, where they informed me of their decision to modify their … Continue reading →

A bit of fun writing just for the hell of it. Interlude on the High Seas (by Heather Killough-Walden)…. She was quite possibly the most beautiful woman Slade had ever laid eyes on. That she had been seated next to … Continue reading →

I can’t believe what I’m reading these days. Little by little, our politicians, who have I suppose officially decided they are some kind of gods, are moving us backward along the line of progress rather than forward. First came the … Continue reading →

All I want to do is write. I have so many ideas and scenes spinning around in my head, I feel as though my spirit is caught in a whirlpool of fantasy, romance, science fiction, and mystery. I want to … Continue reading →

Like about a billion other people, I love Downton Abbey. I so very badly want Bates and Anna to be happy. I adore the grouchy Mrs. Patmore. I want to ring Thomas’s neck – and dry his tears of frustration. … Continue reading →

From The Phantom King, book two in The Kings series…. Prologue The metal of the gun slipped in Stephen’s wet grip. It wasn’t supposed to do that. He was never supposed to be in this state, sweating, terrified, without a … Continue reading →