About

I write paranormal mystery and urban fantasy in many different forms — novels, novellas, short stories and flash fiction. Sometimes I play around in crime fiction and dystopian fiction (and I wrote a couple of really strange magic realism stories a while back) but I keep coming back to the paranormal, because ghosts are a laugh riot. Right?

I have two grown children, two dogs, and one husband. (I live with the dogs and the husband. The children I let loose on the world quite a few years ago.)

The two dogs are both rescues. 2 dogs, playingBuddy is a 3 legged border collie, and Millie is a Shih Tzu with very few teeth and a bad attitude when it comes to Buddy. (Which is too bad, because we got Millie as a buddy for Buddy.) Here they are, playing. Seriously. That’s as good as it gets.

Actually, this isn’t the whole truth. Millie seems to be mellowing. Here’s the story. Poor Buddy can’t take thunder. (This is the downside to owning a really smart dog. Entirely too much thinking. It’s nice when he helps with the taxes, but not good when he’s dealing with chaos.) So, Millie cuddles up to him through every storm as though trying to give him her strength. When the thunder stops and Buddy calms down, she goes about the rest of her day, which mostly consists of ignoring Buddy. It was sweet gesture on her part, which surprised me. I didn’t think there was much sweet about that dog, but I’m happy to report that I am wrong,

I live in a round house that is in a perpetual state of renovation. (Seriously. There are four geodesic dome houses in this city, and we are lucky enough to own one.) Sometimes I would dearly love a straight wall or two, because I do have some nice paintings and photos I’d love to hang — but beyond that I quite like the place. The renovations I put up with, because my husband seems to LOVE doing same. Who am I to stop him?

Most years I am an Edmonton Oilers fan. This year has been much better than the past ten (!).  We fans had the chance to cheer and cavort and put Oiler flags on our vehicles and fill the Ice Palace even when the team was playing out of town. Seriously.

(With thanks from CBC News)

The boys of winter made it to game seven of the second round, and we were delirious! I read somewhere that over a million dollars was raised for charity at the games, and we even did this! What a heck of a ride!

(Every year I update this page. I am ecstatic to report that this is the year I was able to change my “maybe next year” line to something more upbeat. Fingers crossed that it continues.)

(Borrowed, with thanks, from The Nation Network)

Keeping with the sports thing, until a couple of years ago, I loved hanging out at the ball diamond every summer, watching my daughter play softball. She took a year off, and I’m pleased to announce she’ll be back. I can hardly wait. Believe me when I say there is nothing soft about that game.

Do I play sports myself?  Not so much.  I tried to learn darts — is it even a sport? — but it didn’t go well. The only sport I partake of is “walking the dog,” which can get a bit more energetic than I like when a rabbit hops by. (That happens more than you’d think.) Even a 3 legged dog can run like a bat out of hell when he sees a rabbit.

But mostly, I write, which makes my life one of coolest on the planet.

 

 

And now, for those of you who want the short version:

My debut paranormal mystery, Seeing the Light  (2014)  won the BPAA award for Best Speculative Fiction Book of the Year, and was shortlisted for the Bony Blithe Award for Light Mystery. The 2nd and 3rd books in the series are out now, and I’m hard at work on the 4th (and the 5th.). My short fiction includes the Aurora Award winning fantasy anthologies Women of the Apocalypse and The Puzzle Box.  When I’m not writing, I’m living a fine life in my round house with my husband and our two dogs.