The signs were there
The signs were there. It started in the morning when I put on a James Bond T-shirt. Granted, that’s not much of a sign, but I almost wore it Saturday and change...
The signs were there. It started in the morning when I put on a James Bond T-shirt. Granted, that’s not much of a sign, but I almost wore it Saturday and change...
When I query literary agents about my novel, The Boy Who Knew Too Much, every time I hit the “send” button I say, “Yoiks, and away!” Daffy Duck is my hero. He n...
Not much to report about the book since I last posted about it. I am now in the purgatory known as waiting for agents to reply. Also known as collecting rejecti...
During this past February’s Love Is Murder writers conference, I sucked up my courage and tried to sell my YA spy novel, The Boy Who Knew Too Much, during a pit...
During this past February’s Love Is Murder writers conference, I sucked up my courage and tried to sell my YA spy novel, The Boy Who Knew Too Much, during...
High school was the height of my James Bond obsession. Today that would mean watching the movies any time you want on your iPad, but this was the early 1980s an...
High school was the height of my James Bond obsession. Today that would mean watching the movies any time you want on your iPad, but this was the early 1980s an...
As most of my friends know, I have written a teenage spy novel. This is the spiel I have been using to pitch it: “The Boy Who Knew Too Much” is an a...
So after spending the afternoon making a logo with black construction paper, a pair of sharp scissors and a Perry the Platypus T-shirt to inspire me, I am final...