Tip-top, very hip coffee stop, Yachats, Oregon

Kirkus is gonna LOVE Lostine

Stretching it

New saws work better.

I didn’t write a word up there.

“Good bye, Norma Jeane”

More likely, my title will change yet AGAIN!

Look out, kid! She’s a biter!

Plotting a story is about like doing this much re-bar work.

Could a Little Mother lose her heart here?

Literary Fishing, the High Life

Sparks of sun jumped off her face

In the desert on a horse with no name?

Almighty Dollar will shine down.

I forgot my way down through there!

No time for Genre

Much more of a kick than it sounds.

Big, strange birds - as if by thaumaturgy

The house Sherrie built