I think I’ve felt estranged from Halloween for most of adulthood. The seasonal merchandise, the booziness, the ironically sexy costumes have felt kind of off putting in my middle age.

But lately, if I see any rubber bats or vials of fake blood or chomp-on vampire teeth, I feel a sort of Proustian dreaminess that takes me by surprise and almost makes me dissociate. A tangible object of the present can summon up the past. That was my favorite kind of stuff when I was a kid. I loved horror and the way it seemed ripe with possibility. Loved vampire stories. Loved the REAL uncensored Grimm’s fairy tales with all of their savagery. There was something about the forbidden, the occult, that was so frightening. And yet it transcended you straight out of the everyday, banal world, in a way that felt magical.

(I feel nostalgia also for the cheap plastic-ness of that era. The smell of the inside of a plastic mask held on with elastic! I also miss the glow-in-the-dark stuff that was all over the place in the late seventies and early eighties. Plastic that was white but that glowed luridly green when you turned out the lights. Still my favorite color.)

It is good to sometimes indulge nostalgia, without falling into the trap of never wanting to leave.

Anyway, the news is, I will have a new book out sometime between April and June of 2022, depending on the publisher’s schedule. It will be called “The Vesper Bell,” and I might even get to see the cover at the end of November. It’s been a couple of years since my last novel, so I’m eager to be back in the game again. I will keep people in the loop.

BTW from what I know the word “boo” comes from a Latin word that means “to alarm,” so when I say “boo!” it means literally “ I am alarming you!”

Mid-year Reflections

It’s been a while, and it had occurred to me that I don’t have a tab here for my short fiction and that I should probably create one. The last story I published was called “West Side Highway.” It’s July now. I wrote that story in December. Looking back, it seems so long ago. This winter was a hazy period of inchoate emotions, and this was a story that I wrote to try to give sense and structure to a time that felt brutal and senseless. We had just lost an amazing young man very unexpectedly at the age of nineteen. He was an old friend of my daughter’s. Bright, funny, complex, and irreplaceable. I guess one of the ways I tried to cope was to write him into a story as his younger, middle-school-aged self. I mean, it’s fiction, of course. I’m not even sure what the meaning of the story is. I guess I felt it was a way of making him alive again, even if it was just through a representation. Kind of like one of those old Max Fleischer cartoons from the silent movie age. Where you see the artist’s hand drawing the character as it comes to life. Frame by frame, flickering, like a rotoscope. There’s a certain consolation that making art can give us when nothing else can be controlled. In that way, it’s almost a mystical act. Strange and mysterious even to the one creating it.

Anyway, you can read it here.

Living in the Future!

I’m back! It has been a long hiatus, but I’m really feeling the energy right now. Like waking up with a huge albatross not weighing around my neck. I’m sure plenty of people have felt the strain of four years of constantly assuming crash position. Four years of waiting for “it” to happen; that sense of dread that never seemed to lift. Things are looking much brighter now, but it is still a lot of transition to process. And a sense of collective Stockholm Syndrome (“Is he gone yet?”) that will take time to disperse.

I myself stepped away for a bit while dealing with the aftermath of an initiated divorce. Which is still unfurling. That in itself has been like stepping through a doorway into another lifetime. It was a long marriage. (Coerced engagement in my teens, etc…) And a very oppressive one. One in which I was held under such control that I was not allowed access to bank information. Or any other account numbers. Or even our WiFi password. It was a marriage of the type more commonly seen in Saudi Arabia than the USA. Now he is gone. The freedom was too much, nearly frightening at first. And then, of course, there was the issue of dealing with my traumatized daughter. But she, for someone of her age, has managed to work on herself and overcome a lot. Though it hasn’t been easy for her.

Anyway, I have been getting my ducks in a row. We have been rebuilding our lives and figuring it all out. First just the two of us, but now with the help of my loving and supportive partner. Things are better. I do have a fourth novel in the finishing stages. And, most curious of all, I’m back into writing short fiction! I never expected THAT. There was just something about the pandemic that got me into it again. The liminal nature of the time. Or maybe that sense of urgency about it. Always that sense that time can’t be taken for granted so I want to get things down, fast!

You can read my latest new story here:

More to come!

IPPY Awards in NYC

WELL, it has been an eventful summer so far, so I am late in posting my pics from the IPPY Awards a while back, where “Blythe of the Gates” was honored with a gold medal! I was excited to attend this one because I knew it was at the Copacabana. Which I knew vaguely to be infamous. I had picked up rogue stories over the years about it being mobbed up, frequented by the Rat Pack, etc. All these bits of hearsay kind of kept expanding and compounding together in my mind until I was convinced that if I went, I would be struck senseless by its aura of epic drama and tragedy. And maybe I would encounter ghosts of 1940s sailors, stogie-chomping mobsters, or Jerry Lewis.

copa dancers

Well, I found out that the original place, and the version where it became a disco, and the present day version, were all different locations. Sigh.

BUT! It WAS still glamorous, the walls were covered with glitter, there were palm tree decorations, and there was more food and free booze than any award ceremony I have been to! I brought my teen daughter Alyx with me and we truly lived it up.



SHRIMP ON A STICK! The minute you walk in!


(It was also really dark in there…atmosphere…but it made it hard to get pics unless we were right under a light, like at our table!) All in all we had a great 24 hours in NYC and even got to head into the Village to hit the weird little niche shops that we like.

Anyway, back at home, last week as a matter of fact, I got to attend and speak at a book party for “Blythe” thrown by the lovely ladies of the Newport Women’s Social Club!


Hope everyone is having a great summer!


Perfume and Synesthesia

One of my greatest writing influences is Vladimir Nabokov, whose magical prose was said to be inspired by his synesthesia, defined in the dictionary as:

  1. the production of a sense impression relating to one sense or part of the body by stimulation of another sense or part of the body. (All your senses are mixed up! You can taste letters and smell sounds. Trippy!)
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Dior’s Poison, for instance. My first real perfume that I had when I was fourteen. I tracked down a half bottle of the original formula, one of the most maligned fragrances of the era. It is a dark, grapey, thick, tuberose type sent that is VERY strong. I wouldn’t wear it around anyplace in public. But I will take a big snootful when I begin my creative practice. This outre fragrance evokes all of my early adolescent longings and aspirations for an exciting, glamorous, unknown future, I can also almost hear my Velvet Underground records and smell the stale odor of the hidden ashtrays in my bedroom. It makes me feel dreamy and irresolute. An excellent state to be in for my work.
Next I plan to track down THIS screaming, dramatic perfume:
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As I recall it is a brash, spicy oriental and I bathed my embryonic woman-self in it on the regular. Funny how IN YOUR FACE fragrance was in the 80s. Nothing really compares these days. Except maybe this one:
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It is called “Eden,” and it is…weird. Said to be a work of art to resemble a futuristic, synthetic version of “nature” that no longer exists. People either love it or hate it. It is said to smell of chlorine, swampiness, chemicals, jungle humidity, and OZONE. And I LOVE it. For working on fiction, that is. Gets me in a slightly uneasy, confused mindset. It is not a scent from my youth like the others, but it is VERY evocative of scary carnivorous space plants and lagoons. It serves my purpose.
And BTW, my newest work was released last month. A futuristic, unease-inducing dystopian coming-of age novel, “The Gilded Lynx.” Please do check it out if you don’t mind novels that are cross-genre, hard to classify, etc. If anything I think you will find that it is different. Cheers!

Miami Adventure!

For some reason whenever I am in Florida, it gives me the oddest feelings. I guess I would say the place inspires me to feel both unsettled and in awe, and it is hard to put my finger on why. Something about it just seems so mysterious and potent, full of surreal (to me) flora and fauna.spookyflorida

Also surreal is the power and unpredictability of the weather. Add to this the snakes and alligators, and just the sense that you have gone as far as you can go, (it feels like Florida is a place where people go to run away, to disappear or be transformed…) and you get that sense that this is the wildest, and most foreboding, state in our nation. Or at least the most strangely atmospheric!

I was there to attend the Miami Book Fair….miamibookfair


And also to pick up my award for “The Brambles” from Readers’ Favorite. We had a very chic ceremony at the Miami Regency.



And I met so many great and talented writers, and had so much fun! Speaking of The Brambles, I have given her a facelift. (New cover!)


I also have a new one for “Blythe of the Gates!”


(Don’t know why that one turned out huge!)

These are being re-released through the imprint 9MM Press, so look out for them. I love doing new covers. It’s like a wardrobe change. Maybe I will start doing it seasonally!

Adventures in 1910’s Fashion

I have always been into vintage fashion, and could spend forever pouring over images of women of every decade on Pinterest. I collect books on fashion and vintage magazines, I really geek out.

Of course I had a lot of fun dressing Luna Mulkerrins, the great female magician of 1912, as she is the star of my novel “Blythe of the Gates.” Fun as it was, I sometimes I felt really bad for what I made her wear!

The novel begins in 1911. The Edwardian look was going out–no more bustles and killer corsets and s-shaped bodies, no more Gibson Girl hair and fox furs. BUT it was not yet the free-wheeling twenties, either. The first thing Luna wears in an opening scene from the book is a hideous contrivance called a hobble skirt.

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It features a band wound tightly beneath the knees so that the woman had to walk in tiny, constricted strides. Thank God this appeared to have been a short term trend.

These were often worn with boots with ten to twenty buttons that had to be opened and closed!

Things got a little easier not long after. Many drapey, empire waist dresses, featuring chiffon and beading and feathers and all kinds of pretty things, think Downton Abbey and Titanic. Luna, like many women of her time, was a seamstress and made her stage costumes along these lines, and got to use her imagination to create very lovely things. (Though she was only a magician’s assistant in the beginning, and the dress was her only form of expression–that would change soon, though!)

1910 summer dress

One thing Edwardian that did not go away was huge hats with lots of crazy trimmings. I loved writing about the hats!

1910 hat

So many shapes, so many trims.

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When Luna started making more money from her shows, she dressed a little more haute couture.  Paul Poiret may have dressed her. Maybe in one of his lamp shade tunics over harem trousers:

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But I felt bad again when I had to dress Luna in a “bathing costume.” That was a time period where they were still pretty infantile and ridiculous looking. Sailor dresses with bloomers! Poor girl.

1910 bathing suits

She couldn’t quite get hold of the new styled ones that were coming into vogue, the close fitting belted sheaths you see more in the twenties. She felt pretty stupid wearing the sailor dress which was just falling out of style for good. Things got better for her soon, though…

Anyway. I should write a sequel that takes place after the Great War to see what she wears next!

The Inimitable Aimee Crocker

So,  my new novel “Blythe of the Gates” is out now, and it is different than anything I have ever written. It being my first historical fiction piece, it is also the first time I’ve written anything that features cameos by real, actual, historical people.

It is strange and different to form a character from my my imagination based upon the traits given by historical record to form a living, breathing creature with real immediacy. I am thinking of Aimee Crocker, who makes an appearance in Blythe. A somewhat brief appearance compared to other characters, but she makes an IMPACT, and I’ve really come to love her.


Aimee was a railroad heiress born in 1864 who went on to become a mystic, an intrepid traveler of the “Far East,” lover of boa constrictors, tattoos and pearls. In her life she became prisoner of a Chinese warlord, romanced a Hawaiian king and was gifted an island, and had a “sensual experience” with her snake. Perhaps she was best known as  an entertainer’s entertainer, who gave the most extravagant parties in Europe, San Francisco and Bohemian New York. She was famous for a Robinson Crusoe-themed party held in the Paris treetops, a circus-themed party themed party in New York where she arrived on the back of an elephant, and much, much more. She basically used her money to shock and horrify the gentry of her age, and it was fabulous!


I hope only that I did her justice making her into a book character, using these facts plus trying to feel my way into her and the way her presence would be felt to those around her. It was a challenge! Of course, she had already written her own book, an autobiography called, “And I’d Do It Again.” I think it is still in print!


Do yourself a favor and read up on the life and times of Aimee Crocker, you will not regret it!

Bohemia Madness

I have a new novel coming out around the corner called “Blythe of the Gates,” set in 1911 Manhattan. It is my first piece of historical fiction, and I got really really into the time period, it is so rich! The Bohemian counterculture really seemed to preface the one of the 60’s in many ways.

Take figures like Emilie Floge. She was the inspiration behind many of the nearly psychedelic paintings of Gustav Klimt. Probably best known for “The Kiss,” 1907:


Those dresses were inspired by Floge’s fashion designs. She was a turn-of-the-century designer who mostly did mainstream stuff, but was ahead of her time and made free-flowing, vibrant, modernistic dresses that were ahead of their time. Here is a painting Klimt did of her:


She evidently had a sister who was married to Klimt’s brother. The brother died, and Klimt became close to the Floge sisters, especially Emilie.




They look so ahead of their time, it is insane. No one knows if they were lovers or just friends, but they mutually enriched each other’s careers.



And she continues to be of influence today! So the early 1900’s was more than hobble skirts and picture hats. It was a vivid and fertile time in ways I myself never realized.

I’m dying to write more historical fiction and wander down these stray pathways of discovery…