Dear posse! Bay Area Book Festival I hope you’re all well! Have you heard of the Bay Area Book Festival? It’s held each spring in Berkeley CA, a fun-packed gathering of authors and readers. You’ll hear famous and just-discovered authors (like me!) That’s right… I’m thrilled
Dear posse! I have always had a love affair with the spoken word – even harbored a secret wish to be a voice-over artist. I’ve spent decades dramatically reading aloud to children and interspersing sound effects as I taught. I can thank my mother and grandmother for that!
Dearest posse! Thank you all for your support in bringing Boot Language out into the world. From the launch party in August to last week’s successful radio tour and everything in between, thank you for your part in it. What an outstanding writer/reader community this is! Here we
Hi posse! I love synchronicity, or as Carl Yung called it “meaningful coincidences.” A few days ago, I read an article by a well-known writing guru that warned authors about the “questionable” trend of including book club questions in the back of their books. She went on to
Hi posse! What a great launch party! I’ll never forget standing at the edge of the balcony listening to the seagulls while watching my “worlds” meet each other for the first time. I confess I was a bit nervous, but in no time they were laughing and chatting
Hi posse! Just two weeks until launch! I hope you can join me in lovely Santa Cruz on August 24th for my big THANK YOU launch party for everything you have done to help Boot Language become a reality. Over the last six years there has been lots
Hi posse! Last week I filmed the book trailer for Boot Language. A book trailer is like a movie trailer, only typically shorter. I’ve never done anything like this before, hadn’t created a “story board” like professionals do, but I LOVE the power of images. I could do
Greetings! I promise not to swamp you with newsletters, just an occasional update. Thank you for being part of my posse. Something my older sister Margery said to me recently, stopped me short. We were walking a path above the ocean, telling tales of being exhausted – realizing