Writing
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Act III. Those two words alone have enough voltage to jolt me awake faster than a triple-shot Americano. This morning’s writing session felt like hitting the final turn of a long, winding race — momentum doing half the work, adrenaline doing the rest. And yes, the coffee helped. A day without coffee is like… actually,
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Not every update needs to be about word count. Sometimes progress looks like keeping your story in readers’ hands — literally. I reached out to a few readers who hadn’t grabbed a Murder of Crowe, The Clockwork Coroner bookmark when I first released them. Each one responded with warmth, and I mailed out the Prologue,
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Some ghosts don’t rattle chains — they rattle notebooks. Fourteen days have passed since my last post, and like any haunted house, the silence has its own echo. But today — Halloween 2025 — I’m reviving my writing ritual. Not through magic, but through Atomic Habits. James Clear reminds us that lasting change isn’t about
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Even as a little kid, I loved—and still love—to tell stories. My imagination simply never rests, like an app running background refresh on Ultron (my trusty iPhone 13 Pro). I’m no therapist, but I think those stories helped me make sense of the world outside my own head. They gave shape to the chaos, a way to
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T.E.A.M. — Together Everyone Achieves More.Years ago, I borrowed—no, let’s be honest, plagiarized—that acronym from my friend, Diana Bechel. Over time it’s been distilled into my own mantra:“Collaborative efforts yield better results.” That truth has followed me through every stage of my writing journey. When I wrote Napkin Nights, I learned the hard way that
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📦✨ They’re here! Fresh from Vistaprint — my brand-new author bookmarks. Instead of business cards, I wanted something readers will actually keep, slip into a book, and maybe even collect. Front: my published titles (Napkin Nights and The Murder of Crowe) with a teaser for The Clockwork Coroner.Back: a scan-to-shop QR code + my favorite
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One of the things I’ve learned as an author is that the story doesn’t end when you type the last sentence. Sharing a book is as much about connection as it is about pages — conversations in the break room, quick chats with friends, even chance encounters with strangers who ask, “So what are you working
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In the winter of 1886, Philadelphia hums with the gears of industry — and the whispers of murder. The Clockwork Coroner follows Price & McNittle, two former Pinkerton detectives turned private eyes-for-hire, as they navigate the soot-choked streets and smoky parlors of the Eastern Seaboard. From gaslit alleys to marble opera houses, they unravel cases

