Proud to be a Member -come to the Expo!

Proud to be a Member -come to the Expo!

Fantastic article in the Sunday ProJo. Steven and Dawn Porter are dedicated, talented artists and promoters. I’m not always a big “joiner” but I have great respect for the Porters and their efforts to bring Rhode Island authors together. I find most authors understand that there is “some for everyone” and freely support each other even as we struggle to support our own writing, as one local reader for one author will definitely benefit another as we promote the extensive and varied local talent in Rhode Island.

Come visit next Saturday if you’re nearby. You will be sure to find some unique treasures for yourself and to give as gifts. I speak from experience as I always find something special and have given local books to friends and family with very satisfying results.

Interview with Mike Squatrino from Association of Rhode Island Authors


Read Mike’s blog to see his interview with me to promote the ARIA Book Expo on November 8th – that’s next Saturday! He has been doing a fantastic job promoting the event and the authors. Check out his Overlordsfantasy series too!</

10 Great Quotations from Oscar Wilde



Meant to sent this to you all yesterday. So while the birthday wishes are belated the words are without age. Enjoy!

Originally posted on Interesting Literature:

Oscar Wilde was born on this day in 1854, so we’ve looked through the literary library here at Interesting Literature to bring you our ten favourite Wildean one-liners!

I am so clever that sometimes I don’t understand a single word of what I am saying. – ‘The Remarkable Rocket’

The books that the world calls immoral are the books that show the world its own shame. – The Picture of Dorian Gray

To be really medieval one should have no body. To be really modern one should have no soul. To be really Greek one should have no clothes. – ‘A Few Maxims for the Instruction of the Over-Educated’

Hard work is simply the refuge of people who have nothing whatever to do. – ‘The Remarkable Rocket’

The final mystery is oneself. When one has weighed the sun in the balance, and measured the steps of the moon, and mapped…

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Vikki Corliss and Leigh Brown – A Great Writing Team from Rhode Island


Check out some more RI authors that will be participating in the ARIA Expo on November 8th.

I haven’t met Leigh yet but I really got a great impression of Vikki – as an artist and a person. Going to start reading Second Chances this weekend. Can’t wait!

The Uthah Muthas


Julia frantically brushed the pine needles off my car, her arms flailing with an urgency normally reserved for blocking shots on the basketball court. For a moment I thought she was helping me from having a pine needle induced accident on the road.

Mommy’s little helper?


Mommy’s little conformist.

“You need to start parking in the garage Mom,” says my out of breath and exasperated eighth grader. Your car is a mess!”

I have a garage. I actually have 2 garages. I still leave my car out in the driveway sometimes, like last night, when it rained that kind of autumn rain which blows leaves and pine needles off the trees and onto the ground, or anything else left outside.

It’s no distraction to me at all. They cover the windshield and the windows and the moon roof of my little SUV (aka the station wagon of the 21st century). By the time I get to work, the morning breeze and the highway sun will have blown my car dry better than my hair was blown dry before I left the house.

However, that quarter of a mile to school, which she does not have to walk, by the way, is not enough time to remove the tell tale signs from the night before — an un-garaged car.

This shame holds true for more than pine needles – also for frost, ice, snow or anything else Mother Nature dishes out the night before or the morning of.

Again, I am haunted by that no-talent hip hop group – the Uthah Muthas. They are the ‘normal’ parents who do not embarrass their children, but merely stand mutely in the background offering unlimited supplies of money and transportation. Transportation in normal cars, I’ll have you know. Fiends.

“You’re the only one at drop off with pine needles on your car. Everyone else’s car is clean.”

“Really, you notice these things?”

“Yes! I do. You always have ice, or something all over. And you can never even see. Why do you always have to be so weird?!”

Maybe I’m a little off, but I enjoy stepping outside to see what’s been left for me each morning, usually pretty designs made by Jack Frost and his gang start about this time of year. So we have to scrape a little, just enough to see to get her that quarter of a mile, that, as I believe I’ve mentioned, she does not have to walk, down the road. So what if there are a few coppery needles decorating my dark brown car? I enjoy fall colors.

I like to Park at the top of the driveway each night, because each night the beagle, the only one truly happy to see me, comes running out, and she can’t reach the garage to greet me, jump all over me, and yelp like she’s trying to get me to the Old Mill to save Timmy. And she’s kind of afraid of the garage door anyway. I do it for the beagle.

Maybe there are better mothers out there. But even though I’m not the best mother, I’ll never EVER be one of the Uthah Muthas.


More Great ARIA Authors to Meet – Martha Reynolds, Hannah Goodman and Adam Wasserman!


Those of you who regularly tune in know that yesterday I had the pleasure of spending time with many ARIA authors.  In all honesty I have to tell you all how impressive both the work and the character of the people has been so far.  As a writer it’s comforting to have such a supportive network; as I reader I am learning so much about what our local authors have to offer.

So, for your reading pleasure, here are three more authors to learn about.  Show them your support, especially you Rhode Islanders out there!  Many thanks – and feel free to comment here about the any of the authors I’ve posted this past week.

Social Anxiety Be Gone!


anxietyWhen I first took the plunge and decided to publish A Girl from the Hill, I never considered the next logical step – selling A Girl from the Hill. I was clueless about the feelings that come from creating something, sweating and crying and laughing and agonizing over this baby of mine, only to then try to convince the rest of the world that it’s worth their time – and money.  Holy crap, I said to myself then and still say now. This marketing stuff is not easy.

I am not sure what I expected, for though I’m expressive, I’m just pathetic at networking, small talk, and walking up to people and asking them if they’d like to read my book. No, I’m the person who will sit with a million boxes of books printed and ready to sell in her living room, calmly waiting for the crowds to arrive. My ninety-year-old mother is a better salesperson than I am. “Didja know there’s a book about me?” she crows to anyone who will listen. And they listen.

So I’ve been trying to sell my book, and having all kinds of interesting adventures in the process. The best part of the selling process, besides making money, is, and I never thought I’d say this, meeting people. Not only meeting people, but talking to people. About me. And my book. And a whole bunch of other things that are important to us. Yes us. I am learning to become engaged, and hopefully, engaging.

You see, I often dread the thought of new places with new people. Even familiar places with familiar people. Call it social anxiety because that’s exactly what it is.  It isn’t apparent to people I work with, and I enjoy leading teams and projects successfully

Tonight, though, I wanted to take a moment to mention how incredibly fun it has been so far to talk to new people about writing and books, especially my book, these past eighteen months. Really, it’s been great therapy to share part of my life with others and not feel responsible for their happiness at the same time. Maybe they like me and my work, maybe they don’t. But I will not pass out and die if they don’t approve of me. Who knew?

The other aspect of this whole marketing thing that I’m grateful for is the writer friends I have made along the way. Whether it’s my blog buddies who write great stuff and urge me on when I blog, or the writers from ARIA or  ASTAL who share their work and their advice with me, and whose work provides me with the inspiration I need to keep writing even if it’s for 5 minutes a day.

So thank you all, who I’ve met so far on this journey, who write, read, share, and who have helped me grow as a person and a writer. Looking forward to next weekend at the Scituate Art Festival, when I’ll get another opportunity to reach out and find some more reasons to feel grateful and inspired.