authors. They include Robert A.
Heinlein, J.K. Rowling, Jonathan and Faye Kellerman, Tom Clancy’s early work,
and in that vein MuseItUp Publishing’s Cyrus Keith, John Grisham, Jim Butcher’s
Dresden Files, David Weber’s Honor Harrington series (no relation), your
Alvarez Family Murder Mysteries (and Acey and Tink say hi to Tugger), Elle
Druskin’s Liberty Heights series, Gail Roughton’s books, Mary Janice Davidson’s
Undead and… series, and M. S. Spencer.
published in my secretarial school’s newsletter. The following year I had articles published
in some small newspapers. I had a column
in a local weekly newspaper in 1977-78, and a front-page story in another local
weekly in 1983. In 1988 an essay I wrote
was published in the Columbia College award-winning student anthology, Hair
Trigger. I was thirty-seven. My first fiction piece wasn’t published until
2004 when Inara Press bought Rock Bound
as a serial, but they folded halfway through the story. I was fifty-three by
then. Red Rose picked it up in 2006 and
I’m one of the people who asked for and got my rights back from there.
become interested in life on the moon? What prompted you to write about it?
then-husband brought a book home from his submarine by Robert A. Heinlein. I didn’t really get up the nerve to write
science fiction until I reached my fifties, started attending science fiction
conventions, and joined Mensa. That’s
when I decided maybe I could cross genres and put a romance in outer
space. The Moon is the most familiar object
out there, so I decided to put my colony there.
Rock Bound, my first book, sort of started out as fan fiction based on
Heinlein’s The Moon is a Harsh Mistress, but when I realized I might have a
chance to publish it as an e-book, I rewrote it and changed it up to make it
less recognizable as Heinlein’s Luna colony and make it more mine. As Heinlein once said, I “filed off the
nightmares when it’s done well. I’m not
fond of BDSM or too much erotica, either.
Too many flames just bore me. And
historical fiction has to be done right.
Do your homework. Don’t throw in
twenty-first century idiom when you’re writing a Regency romance. I guess in short, I like good writing without
too much sex that doesn’t scare me or squick me out.
in a café, for four hours each morning, etc?)
propped up to eye level on a business desk.
On workdays my routine is to get up, have some orange juice, walk
several laps on each floor of the building in which I live, write for an hour
or two, write a book review or blog article or go into my e-mail. Once I’m into e-mail, I’m “sucked into the
vortex.” I might get into Facebook or
Twitter, but I don’t post as much as I should.
Around three or four I get off the computer and read, usually something
for review. Right now I’m taking a break
and reading a book I missed in the Dresden Files. Later tonight, I’ll listen to an Audible
edition of a book from the Undead and… series by Mary Janice Davidson. I have a couple of books waiting in my Kindle
turn in a manuscript?
That the editors will find it mediocre.
flying cars, cures for cancer and the common cold, and Moon colonies by
knit. I dance pretty well for a white
chick. I cook okay and bake well. I could maybe read a bit faster.
Getting published by Lea Schizas at MuseItUp Publishing, Inc. and being
able to call people like you my colleagues.
Dumbledore, Harry Dresden.
great-etcs. are around, as long as I can think of a new book to write, play a
trivia game, solve a crossword puzzle, sing or dance, I don’t wanna miss
anything. If I’m still having fun, I
don’t wanna go. If I stop having
fun…well then, pull the plug and reel in the wires, guys, because to quote the
Eagles, I’m “Already Gone.”
eighth at the Preditors and Editors 2012 Reader’s Poll. Here’s a taste.
medications. Everyone is telling her she
should go to the Moon and have microchip surgery, but she’s afraid she’ll become
an automaton. In a last-ditch, tough
love effort to force her to get the chip, her husband, Scott takes her to the
Moon and divorces her when she decks him. Then she discovers she’s
pregnant. She can’t have the surgery or
take her meds until after the baby’s born.
naturally assumes Katie will take him back.
He always intended to take her back as soon she had the surgery. He has no clue how badly he hurt her, how
thoroughly he’s broken her trust—or that he may not get her back at all.
off her meds awhile. In its most severe
form, bi-polar disorder includes hallucinations. This is the psychotic break that puts Katie
in the hospital for the duration of her pregnancy.
long. She was euphoric for about three
days, then the clouds descended again, and she became extremely irritable. She finally broke her promise to the
Johnsruds and went off on a customer in the restaurant. To make matters worse, the customer was
right. Katie had misunderstood his order
and brought him the wrong thing. When he
asked her to take it back, she snapped.
The tantrum she threw was similar to the one she had thrown at the holo
theater, complete with obscenities and pummeling the man’s shoulder. Jake bounded out of the kitchen and got his
arms around Katie, restraining her as he carried her, screaming, back to the
air-lock. He cycled through with her,
and took her to her room. By that time,
Katie was sobbing and apologizing, and talking about suicide.
sobbed. “I’m so sorrrrreeeee! It doesn’t
matter. The baby’ll be better off
without me. The baby’ll be better off if
we’re both dead, because she can get it from me. I’m sorrrrreeeee, Baby! Tell Scott—tell him—”
them in the hallway, along with Bobby.
said. “I’d better get back out there and
see if I can placate the guy.”
Johnsrud. I’m afraid our problem child
Katie who was now struggling and screaming again, toward the airlock. Annie had her arms around Katie’s torso, her
hands under the girl’s breasts, and above her distended abdomen, and Bobby
grabbed Katie’s legs. They carried her
into the airlock and it began cycling.
is wrong! The Voice screamed inside Katie’s head. Katie,
you have to pull yourself together!
you should be able to.
they climbed into the taxi.
can’t act this way.
gonna lock you up.
throw away the key.
Please stop! Stop arguing!”
you. We’re sorry, too, but it’s for the
don’t kill me! Don’t kill me!
kill me, Mommy!
don’t kill me. I’m here, Mommy! Don’t hurt me!
again. “Who won’t you hurt?”
her out of the taxi.
have to stop it! It was The Voice.
can’t tell Daddy if you kill us!
don’t hurt me, Mommy.
sounded vaguely familiar.
were coming from far off. Katie didn’t
think she wanted to go “there,” wherever it was. She tried to flail, but she was weak. She
couldn’t move. The baby and Katie both sobbed, but Katie lost consciousness as
they carried her into the hospital.