Egads, I'm an awful blogger! When it comes to frequency, that is. I know I sound defensive when I say, "But if I'm going to write something, it's damn well going to be for my book." Other authors blog all the time and turn out lovely books at the same time. Sadly, I don't know how they do it. Not and have an actual life as well. This may seem a little paranoid on my part, but it feels ...
Love. Biology. Are the two things as diametrically opposed as, say, god and science, or art and industry? Love is spiritual, Mom approved, an end-goal all humans strive for. The biological aspect of love—sex—is carnal, frowned upon except inside society’s constraints, and well, an end-goal all humans strive for. It’s a topic I try to tackle from the female point of view in my third ...
Turns out, a lot. I grew up in a feminist household in the 1970s and used to think that all humans were basically wired the same way, other than the obvious physical differences. Males were the way they were because they were forced into sports, were given toy guns and trucks to play with, had different expectations set upon them by society. Females were boxed into nurturing roles as children, ...
