Category Archives: Rogue Writer

Dandelion flower. Photo taken on the trail up to the observation deck on Mt. Mitchell, NC Progress is great on my new little romantic comedy. The only problem I had was slipping from past tense into present. I started it … Continue reading →

This inspires me…I don’t know why photo/poster by Brett Jordan/Feelines via flickr There is a lot to be said for inspiration. I’m talking about that feeling in your chest, the swell of possibility and anticipation. You’ve got this great idea! … Continue reading →

That’s my “If you must take a picture, at least let me make a weird face,” face I had a great weekend at the OASIS convention in Orlando. If you recall my previous post on book signings, What am I … Continue reading →

Well, they like my work so much here at Wayward Cat Publishing that they’ve given me a bigger office! Dianna, they said, you’ve been working so hard and producing so many words that you need a larger space, two closets, … Continue reading →

How do you spell Rodolphus, again?Photo by Kristine Paulus via flickr Sometimes–okay daily–I can’t figure myself out. I’m a set of contradictions. Is everybody this way? Probably. But I’m the only one in my head so I’ve got it the … Continue reading →

Okay, let me get the books out of the way and then I’ll tell you about the ghost! I finally completed The Story Runner, the title of which has been changed to Story Runners: Awakening. It’s the first in a … Continue reading →

I’ve been in this office since January 5th and I’ve yet to see a ghost…I think. The 1900 Building was built in 1924, as a hotel. It’s gone through some renovations over the years and now it’s offices. And I’m … Continue reading →

Photo by Judy Breck via Flickr Do you remember aerobics? Bouncing around, kicking, lifting the knee again and again and again, grapevines and jumping jacks? It was set to some pretty good, constant-tempo music. Boring as hell, wasn’t it? It … Continue reading →

I happened across something interesting while I was taking a break from working, today. And liking any excuse to dawdle, I dawdled. The site is called “I write like…” You plug in a sample chapter or blog post (at least … Continue reading →

I have this memory of when I was a very little girl. It’s soft and sad, like most of my childhood memories. I’m at home, but I know that I’m being taken somewhere and dropped off. I’m scared. I go … Continue reading →