Happy Thanksgiving Eve!

However you mark the turning of the wheel of the year, I hope you’re all enjoying a bit of down time, lovely food, and nourishing company.

Holiday season can mean full schedules and empty energy wells. Around the holidays, it’s even more important to me to minimize time with people and activities that draw from my well and make an extra effort to take care of myself and my dear ones. Continue reading “Happy Thanksgiving Eve!”

When you become lost

There is so much information available to us today. Facts and opinions, trends and data sets, paths and experiences laid out by others that are so tempting to follow. It’s easy to become overwhelmed or even lost.


Both in writing and RL, I’ve been digging my way deeper and deeper into rabbit holes of information without realizing how far away from my light-source, my center, it was taking me. For my personal overall health and happiness, it is of utmost importance that I get that light to shine on my writer’s heart as quickly and purely as possible. Continue reading “When you become lost”

I am not mainstream.

I found this blog post that I wrote months ago in my drafts. I thought about moving past it without sharing, but I have a feeling it may resonate with some. If it helps even one person, it’s worth putting out there.

From May of 2018…


I jokingly talk about “Cassland” as the imaginary place where I live and that I invite others to visit by reading my blog posts and books. It’s filled with weird puppets, like Barkley, the life-sized kobold wizard, Craig the four-armed space-Sasquatch, and Albert, the extremely intelligent and bizarrely lovable Redcap.

Kobold Puppet
Barkley is chillin’.

There are ray guns and aliens and werewolves who are aliens and some who are not. There are heroines who save the day with a stick and a quip and heroines who save the day in much darker ways. Vampires, robots, the infinite expanse of space and the closeness of a Polyphemus moth in my own back yard.

It is not reality. And if it’s not real, there can’t be any harm in changing it, right?


Oh, friends. I was wrong. So very, very wrong. Continue reading “I am not mainstream.”