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The ground shifted beneath her feet. It was subtle, most likely not a tangible shift because no one else in the room reacted. Everyone else was going about their business without missing a beat: replacing an IV bag, checking vitals, scribbling family information on a dry erase board across from the bed. Only she felt her footing give. She reached out to touch the wall. Her fingertips grazed the smooth surface. She took a breath. The nurse said something to her. She nodded without fully understanding what he said. She should pay more attention. It could be important. Yet all she could do was breathe and let that breath pull her through to the next moment.

Check out this fall-ish excerpt from The Murder Lawyer. The temperature dropped fast as gusty northwest winds developed in the early afternoon. What started out as a crisp autumn day turned into a downright chilly evening. The wind picks up the fallen leaves on the sidewalks, and they move in a circular motion, floating up in a tiny leaf tornado…. Read More

In August, I sat down with Amy Isaman, author, book coach, and podcast host, to have a candid discussion about writing through grief for her podcast, Dear Creativity. . . Let’s Write! Writing and reading fiction has always been the way I process pain. Sometimes you can’t talk about your pain, your grief, because it’s too much. Sometimes you’re afraid of… Read More

“My instincts are always to insinuate: You can imagine much worse than I can show you. I just need to ignite your imagination a bit.” -M. Night Shyamalan As you know, if you’ve been following my writing journey, I’m not a horror writer. My writing doesn’t hold a candle to Stephen King. Still, I enjoy a good story. I can’t… Read More