
Mary Ryan Jones
Andersen Light’s Georgie Jones' relationship with her mother, Mary Ryan Jones, isn’t complicated. It’s understandable. After all, people are multifaceted, and their relationship continually reshapes with life situations. Georgie’s…

Spring’s Bellwether Buds
Spring On!
First Iris of the Year
Spring springs despite what wonderful (or otherwise) things humans are up to. We sometimes ask ourselves how could it carry on amid our loss or world chaos. Yet we're grateful Spring shares her bounty,…

Meta-Normal Gratitude
You...make a meta-normal difference.

From Their Perspectives
Two points of view provides a rich contrast between teenager Georgie and Luther, an adult of an undeclared age. This

Wassup Behind the Scenes?
Dear Mom,
It’s been a month since my last letter. [Wait! That’s a different note. Let’s start over.]
Dear Reader,
It’s been a month since my last blog post. And what a month it’s been, filled with lots of doings behind the…

What I Love About Georgie Jones
What do I love about Georgie Jones, my teen hero?
I love Georgie’s gumption. She displays her courage throughout the book, but we first witness her face her fear with a confidence battered by emotional attacks in the first chapter.
I like…

Accepted for Publication!
Andersen Light: A Mystic Creek Novel has been accepted for publication!

Grab a Comfort Book & Assume the Position
These are the times for comfort.
We reach for comfort food (my latest favorite is Nairn’s gluten-free biscuit, especially the stem ginger and chocolate varieties) and find a cozy spot to snack and assume the position.
Nairn's Comfy…

Scary Query
Scary query? Let me just tell you….
Scary Query
Querying an Agent
Querying a literary agent can be terrifying, even paralyzing to a degree. You may not know this, but a query letter is the precious thing upon which a writer rests…

Writer’s Creep
Accountability & Writer's Creep
Creep happens.
I’d like to say writer’s creep happens especially when the writer is new. I’d like to wave my arm magnanimously and say there-there to myself. And while life happens, my progress…

Grateful
I am grateful for last year. In the beginning I took on a transitional, and what I supposed would be a supporting role in a local New Thought church called Unity. Rather, the ministry immediately became life’s front and center—while I sported…