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) 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.) I had a goldfish who lived with me for six years, but he has now passed on to that big koi pool in the sky. I miss him sometimes, because he was the only one brave enough to watch me as I worked. (All right, so I had him trapped in my office with me. It’s not like he could jump out of his tank and go walk about, now could he?)

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 truth anymore. Millie seems to be mellowing. This past summer, we had thunder and lightning nearly every afternoon, and poor Buddy couldn’t take it. (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.) He panted and drooled and tried to hide, and every day it seemed to get worse. I tried sitting and holding him, but it didn’t help. Then Millie got involved. She cuddled up to him as though trying to give him her strength. When the thunder stopped and Buddy calmed down, she would hop down and go about the rest of her day, which mostly consisted of ignoring him. It was sweet, and I like to think Buddy appreciated it.

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 better than the past ten (!), and I am ever hopeful that the wheels won’t fall off too badly, and maybe we’ll see a game or two that means something in the new year.  (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 a little more upbeat. Fingers crossed that it continues.)

And, up until a couple of years ago, I loved hanging out at the ball diamond every summer, watching my daughter play softball.  (She’s mostly retired now, but I’m ever hopeful that she’ll play again, someday.) 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 energetic 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 a rabbit hops by.

But mostly, I write. Isn’t that cool?

 

 

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.