While I was cooking dinner tonight, my children were scavenging for snacks. I guess it would be cruel and unusual punishment for them to wait twenty minutes.  I’m not paying much attention to the horde of ravenous teenagers descending on the snack cabinet like locusts – until I hear the phrase “Backup Oreos”. Let me give you the context. Dougie, the man child:  Did you guys eat all those Oreos? Haleigh:  Sorry, those Cinnamon Bun Oreos were delicious. (She’s right.  They were delicious.) Dougie:  Dang it! (Then quieter) Hey, Hunter.  Where are those backup Oreos? Hunter:  Which ones?  The ones you bought last week or my stash? (Which ones?!  Why…

I’d like to start off today’s post with a couple of disclaimers.  First, I promise this will be the first, last and only somewhat political post.  This website is intended to promote my writing and connect with my readers, and it will remain as such. Second, there are social injustices in this country.  I am in no way, shape or form negating that fact.  That being said, a few thoughts have occurred to me as I am bombarded with twenty-four-hour news coverage of the Women’s Marches around the country.  I’ve spent much of today reflecting on some of my accomplishments.  This year alone, I started a publishing company, published my…

Current situation in my house – I find my son’s ‘Shark in a Jar’ in the living room.  If you don’t know what I’m talking about, it’s a small jar filled with formaldehyde with a preserved shark of some sort in it.  The kind you would see in a souvenir shop.  Now, before I get hate mail from every animal lover on the planet, Nick’s shark was a gift from his older brother.  I am not in the habit of drowning sea creatures in toxic chemicals for my personal enjoyment. Anyway, I find this thing in the living room, cap securely in place.  No formaldehyde in the jar, just a shark. …

I have to admit, when I decided to write and self-publish, I had this fantasy that I would release my book and it would instantly become a best seller.  Alright, maybe not instantly.  I was willing to wait two or three days. I was fully prepared to ignore the marketing part.  Turns out, it doesn’t work that way.  If you don’t market, you don’t sell.  Unfortunate, because I’m excellent at ignoring things I don’t want to do.  I’ve spent the better part of the week marketing my first book and it still isn’t a best seller.  Clearly, there is some kind of conspiracy against me. I’ve never been one of…

Alright, everyone.  I am brand new at this blogging thing.  And I’m virtually clueless when it comes to setting up websites.  That being said, I hope you are able to navigate the site without too much difficulty.  I’ve spent several hours setting it up.  Hours which would have been better put to use writing the second book in the Laurel Creek series.  Oh, well.  Website design is one of the many housekeeping duties I didn’t plan on when I set out to become an author.  However, I must admit I’m loving every minute of this crazy journey I’m on. I am, by nature, a private person.  The need to market…