Am I an Old Fogey?

When I was a kid the unspoken rule was that girls wore dresses to church. Around the time I was eight, I got bold and dressed for church in a pair of slacks. When Dad told me to go put on a skirt I told him with GREAT confidence that God didn’t care what I wore....

Research Happens ALL the time

Once in a while I need to do specific research for my novels. Where did Buffalo Bill’s Wild West Show appear and when did they travel to Europe? What were the clothes and hats like in the 1950s? How much did a Plymouth Barracuda cost? Interesting stuff. But...

Appalachian Thursday–A Good Dog

Last week I wrote about being descended from David Phillips whose father-in-law fought in the Revolutionary War. The same booklet that reassures me I am, indeed, a Daughter of the American Revolution, also offers up some interesting tidbits about other ancestors...

Unlikeable characters you like

I’m digging into revisions on my second novel. One of my tasks is to make a character a little less unlikable. My editor commented that flawed is fine, but that sometimes the character dips a little too far into, well, being a jerk. I’m actually kind of...