Here is something I have been pondering the past few days. I am one of those people who can watch movies and tv-shows repeatedly...

It became obvious rather quickly that Little Doc had performed the boarding process several times before and partook in it now....

So, the other day I was sitting down to write the next chapter of Surge and I suddenly realised that I had no idea of the internal structure

The sword hissed by Tyrin’s ear. With a twist he glided past the swing, allowing his bare foot-paws to carry him...

Well, here I am, geeking out about my own imaginary world. Where else to do that but my own blog I suppose.

Fibromyalgia is very deceptive. Sometimes I feel great - that I could take on the world, that I'm finally recovered....

Tyrin bounced eagerly down the long hallway towards the departure room. It was always a treat to visit the shipyards....

So a problem that actively arises from trying to remove oneself from the zeitgeist of the "online world" is that I don't get every side...

I thought that in light of the recent events surrounding the banning - or removal - of several of Dr. Seuss' books from publication...

Light glossed over a round bed and the tiny curled up figure therein.

Prologue Grass, between my toes. I sink into the dampness, crushing the thin blades, and delight in the warm mud that oozes against my skin

I'm not sure if people really believe me when I tell them I've been writing the same story since I was a "little girl." But I have.

A book signing is a great occasion to celebrate.

Some general thoughts about agents, the publishing world and writing.