by Cindy Rule
Until recently, I lived with a ghost.
She was sexy, smart, beautiful. She was a lot of adjectives I usually don’t apply to myself, along with pouty red lips, hair black as midnight, eyes that told you nothing and everything at the same time.Read More»
After two years of pitching my new adult/crossover novel Colorland, I had a two-page list of Canadian publishers who either (1) had rejected it (rejection is part of the writing business, and I work from the assumption that anything I write is rubbish [ed. a common assumption for many of us] and deserves rejection), or (2) had not responded at all (which I also understand, given their piles of unsolicited manuscripts, but which I still find rude).Read More»