The idea led me into the research, which continues to give me more ideas for the story.

She loved him, more than she could ever find words for, but this love he felt for her was not quite the same. It wasn't so much stronger, as more demanding, more insistent. As though he feared he would lose that which he had finally won.

My fiction is reviewed by the mainstream press, by science fiction periodicals, romance magazines, small press publications and various other journals, including some usually devoted to archaeological and other science material.

I started writing to please myself, a story I would like to read, and that is still true.

Again Creb grunted. It was the usual noncommittal comment used by men when responding to a woman. It carried only enough meaning to indicate the woman had been understood, without acknowledging too much significance in what she said.

Life sometimes gets in the way of writing.

From the beginning, when I first got an idea for a story and wondered if I could write it, it has always been the story that has driven me.