I was probably ten when Mom sent my sister and I to see Star Wars. “Watch for Han Solo,” she said as she pressed money in to the palm of my hand for admission and candy. “What’s Han Solo,” I asked. “You’ll see,” was all she said. I remember being blown away. I remember wanting … Continue reading A long time ago, in a town not so far away …
I think it’s safe to say that music has had a hand in shaping my identity over time. In my early teens, Duran Duran gave me permission to dress as close to a New Romantic/New Wave as I dared, growing up in a small town. The Cure and Siouxsie and the Banshees urged me to … Continue reading Sam, Matt and Whitehorse: my musical trinity
Last spring, my friend Janet had come home from Ireland to work on her second novel. She invited me to visit at her dad’s cottage overlooking the beautiful Annapolis River for the weekend. We would catch-up; maybe even write a little, she said. “What are you doing, Marnster?” I was sitting at the kitchen table, … Continue reading How Stephen King Saved Me
A couple of weeks ago, I met with an editor who told me I needed to start a blog. So, here it is … my first blog post. Well then, “Let’s start at the very beginning … a very good place to start,” as Julie Andrews says. I started writing again, late in 2011. That’s … Continue reading The Beginning …
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