On the Serious Side

As you know, my publisher went bankrupt recently and regardless of the clauses in my contracts assuring me that I would have my rights (to t...

The Internet Doesn't Smell

I remember many years ago when the bookcase in the corner of my parents’ living room contained a complete set of Encyclopedias, a lovely col...

Getting Side-Tracked

All right, I started to check out the art work of Michale Whelan , and what happened? I got side tracked! I started looking at one picture, ...

Let's Hear It For Sci-Fi and Fantasy Artists

For years I've had a love affair with book covers painted by Michael Whelan. There's just something about his work that can so trans...

Bass-Ackwards

I have never been able to mold myself to fit an ideal. In anything. Even when I'm trying. Even when it really really means a lot to m...

Finding the Little Red Dress

You all know what I mean by the perfect little black dress, right? Well swap that out for a fiery red one that hits right above the knee and...

Confessions of a Research Whore

Hello. My name is Lynda and I’m a research whore. I’ve always been this way but...I don’t necessarily research for a book I’m writing. No, I...

Researching Backwards

Just so you know...I haven't been to bed yet, and I'm typing this in at 1:44 in the morning...so techincally it's still Wednesda...