• Occasionally I know where an idea for a story or a blog post comes from. It’s usually because I’ve done something epically stupid and, after a period of recovery, I can make fun of myself.

    But for the more “Oh, Wow!” ideas… I don’t know.

    But, yet, I do.

    It’s Her.

    Meet Little Miss

    The glory-stealing author’s muse who insists she’s been with me since before I was two cells old. I only just had eyes enough to see her in the last few years.

    She’s the reason for anything brilliant that might accidentally fall out of my fingertips and onto the keyboard.

    She’s a chonky purple imp with glittery wings, a tutu, and a huge ego. She loves high heels, stilettos and grape-flavored anything.

    And bottle rockets... always with the bottle rockets!