On Friday I watched as Twitter exploded with something that has since come to be known as #cockygate. I suspect by now most serious indi-authors already know about it. In fact, one popular writer’s group with over 21K members closed its virtual doors by putting up a Taking a Break sign and informing members that they were shutting off all postings for the rest of the weekend and suggesting its members all write, edit and spend time with their families. While all those are good suggestions, #cockygate was still a thing when Monday arrived. Maybe even more so.
I was recently interviewed by author E.B. Davis over on Writers Who Kill. If you would like to read the interview, click here!
Special thanks to E.B. Davis for thinking about me and for having me on Writers Who Kill.
When my grandmother was in her eighties, someone asked her the age of one of her friends. Her answer, “He’s not very old. About my age.
She wasn’t being flip or funny, it was a sincere reply. When retelling her answer, we all laughed. But now, over fifty years later, I realize, the joke’s on us.
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When I published the first book under Anna J. McIntyre, Lessons (now Coulson’s Lessons), people asked me why I was using a pen name.
I don’t think I was ever truly honest with them—or myself—as to why I decided to write under a nom de plume. But now, almost seven years later, I think I have a better understanding as to why I actually made that decision. I was afraid.
