Wildlife (and not so wild) in the Rio Grande Valley
Good morning. While Cass is busy writing, I thought I would post some pictures of the area in which we live. New Mexico is not all desert you know.
Good morning. While Cass is busy writing, I thought I would post some pictures of the area in which we live. New Mexico is not all desert you know.
When did you decide to become a writer?
The stories have always swirled around in my head, even when I was a little girl. In school, English (reading, spelling, etc.) was always my best subject, too, so it would have been natural for me to start writing when I was young. But creative writing wasn’t taught in my schools and wasn’t encouraged. Instead, my creativity came out in artwork—mainly pencil drawings of people–and in playing dress-up and make-believe with friends.
I was trapped at a salon the other day, so I read an old Cosmo.
They have some wonderful advice in there. Just wonderful. In order to drive our men wild, there was a list of things we should be doing. First of all, when I dress for a party, I’m not supposed to wear underpants.
I’d like to thank everyone who came to the book signing event on Saturday. I was very nervous and all your smiling faces made it much easier!
Bookstores are always fun, but Page One is a bit special in my eyes. I was surprised to find out that some of my mother’s paintings are hanging on the wall there. I guess it’s a magic connection!
– Cass
Page 1 Bookstore at 3:00pm
11018 Montgomery Blvd NE
Albuquerque, NM 87111
I am so excited for my wonderful wife, Cass, and her new book. I hope you will come and join us for this wonderful occasion.
I met Katie on Authonomy.com, a writer’s website we both frequent. I recently interviewed her, and here’s what she had to say.
When did you realize you were going to become a writer? Continue reading
Well, I had this moth in my shower for several days. Just hanging out on the wall. I kept telling him it wasn’t a safe moth place, but he didn’t listen. He sat there and sat there. Then he slipped. I was mid-shower when I saw he was stuck, wings-to-wall, in the moisture of the shower. Continue reading