The Line Between Outside And Inside Is

I Love Playing With The Conventions Of Fantasy, And Breaking Rules, And Crossing Lines.

My Book Group Has One Rule: No Books For Adults. We Read Young Adult Fiction Only.

She Still Had Her Bad Days, No Question, When The Black Dog Of Depression Sniffed Her Out And Settled Its Crushing Weight On Her Chest And Breathed Its Pungent Dog Breath In Her Face. On Those Days She Called In Sick To The It Shop Where, Most Days, She Untangled Tangled Networks For A Song. On Those Days She Pulled Down The Shades And Ran Dark For Twelve Or Twenty-four Or Seventy-two Hours, However Long It Took For The Black Dog To Go On Home To Its Dark Master.

Book Tours Are Excellent Things, And One Is Lucky To Get To Go On One, But They Have A Way Of Leeching Away One's Will To Live.

I've Stayed In Houses That Were In The Country, And In England, But I'm Still Not Sure That I've Stayed In An English Country House.