Panels at GCLS

Conversation-Pic-2-NO-HAIRThis year I’m proud to announce that I will be on a panel called:  “Living and Laughing Ain’t a Crime:  Balancing Romance and Humor with Crime”

With the following authors:
Ali Vali
Carsen Tate
Connie Ward
Carol Rosenfield

Jessie Chandler will be moderating this panel!

This looks to be an exciting and fun time and I’m on with authors I highly respect (and I’ll admit, intimidate me a little)…so it should be a good time!

So if you happen to be in the New Orleans area or you want to come to the Golden Crown Literary Society (GCLS) event, please stop in and we will be happy to take your questions and probably give you some humorous answers!

Help and Donate!

A couple of years ago someone came to me about a webseries they wanted written, one of the five episodes that I wrote was ACCEPTED and now filming has begun on the series. They have kicked it off with a kickstarter campaign and are looking for donations, can you spare a few bucks to help them out? I receive no $ from this, I donated my time and talents but they could use a little help:


1 K'Anne 10-25-2012


Another year has come and gone.  Yes, most people start their New Year in January; some cultures have other time tables for their ‘New Years.’  Mine start every April because 14 years ago I was given a death sentence

Every year about this time I get nostalgic.  Not for the sounds of spring, although I’ve waited through a long winter (since October for that), not for life to begin again, although that too has happened.  You see, 14 years ago I wasn’t feeling very well.  I couldn’t BREATHE.  I made a doctor’s appointment for two days after I would return from a business trip.  On the way to the doctor’s appointment, I ran out of gas.  These were the days that not everyone had a cell phone so I missed my appointment and when I finally made it to a phone, they said the doctor wasn’t available for two weeks.  Given the way I was feeling, that was too long!  I asked if there was anything else we could do.  Since the Nurse Practitioner was available, I eagerly grasped at that idea.

I saw the Nurse Practitioner on Wednesday.  On Thursday I had x-rays, a lot of them, intensive ones.  On Friday, they were to do a biopsy of my neck, instead they removed all the lymph nodes on the right side of my neck.  I know, I was awake for this procedure, anestheticized so I wouldn’t move, but awake and had to talk so they wouldn’t cut into my vocal chords by mistake.  I could however see everything in the shine of the metal holding the lights above me.  Watching them cut and pull out the lumps that constituted my lymph nodes was gross, the sensation made it worse.

The following week it was confirmed, I had Lymphoma – Cancer.  It was pretty extensive in the upper part of my body.  I had it on both sides of my neck, a 10cm (4 inch) tumor over my heart and lung, and another tumor (no size was mentioned) under my arm.  I was told if I did NOTHING that I had 4-5 months to LIVE.  My sons were 10 & 12 at the time and we went to my mother’s funeral from cancer in January.  She’d been their second parent so the fear in all three of us was real.

Normal Chemotherapy takes twelve months or more.  We didn’t have the time.  My doctor had heard of an experiment going on in Stanford up by Palo Alto and nearby San Francisco.  It was called The Stanford Five Protocol.  One week you got three poisons, one week you got two.  I didn’t even hesitate, I said, let’s go for it.  Just wanted to make sure I got the medicine and not a placebo or something.  He said he’d make sure I got the meds, I don’t know how he did it but I was soon hooked up to an I.V. that made my veins burn with cold. 

Within two weeks my waist length hair was falling out and I shaved it off, so much of our confidence is tied into our appearance and I no longer cared .  Every week for Nine weeks I went in, by myself, sometimes with my Golden Retriever – Sophie in the car with me.  I thought I’d be done and out the door after that 9th week.  Nope, I was told they were going to do a full TWELVE weeks.  THAT was DEPRESSING.  Those last couple of weeks were the HARDEST to go in and have that poison pumped in my now hiding veins.  Essentially I took twelve MONTHS of chemotherapy but in twelve WEEKS.

For someone who was given such a prognosis of 4-5 months, reflecting on that occasion is an annual event.  I’m here, it’s been 14 YEARS and I’m still kicking.  Yes the residual pains SUCK as I will ache FOREVER, the joints hurt like hell and I’m a bit more fragile than I used to be, but the point is…I’m HERE.  I have since broken bones, sprained things, and watched my poor body age BUT… 

None of my books would have been written, I wouldn’t have seen some of the things I have seen, and I wouldn’t have had a lot of the blessings I have been fortunate enough to experience…but I am HERE, I am QUEER, and I am ALIVE and LIVING!   Every day is a blessing, and while I’m certain I’m living on ‘borrowed’ time, I’m LIVING!

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It’s all personal

Originally posted on Wonder Boi Writes:

So the news the last few weeks has been kind of bad. Between the bigot who blasted my family on Facebook and trans kids being bullied to death and Indiana going bat shit crazy, it’s easy to get caught up in our national back swing.  Never mind that rapid social progress is always followed by conservative blowback. Never mind that any seasoned activist will tell you it’s always two steps forward and one step back.  Never mind that for every crazy politician spouting hate there’s two more moving closer to full inclusion. It still hurts.

I’ve been out for fourteen years. You’d think I’d be used to it by now, but I still feel the burn of shame in my cheeks when I hear a pastor rail against my family. My stomach clenches when I have to explain to my son why he’s not a boy scout. My shoulders still tighten…

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Ghostly Love as a Pocket Paperback

Ghostly Love Cover

What happens when you fall in love with your best friend? What if that best friend is a GHOST?

Stacey is your normal teenager, living with the the ‘normal’ teenage angst moments. She just happens to have a friend who is a ghost. This takes her on a journey, while it would have been normal for most people, it is guided by her friend Renata who just happens to be dead. As the years go by and Stacey experiences life she finds that love eludes her until she realizes it has been there all along. What do you do when the love of your life turns out to be a GHOST?

 In e-book and Pocket Paperback

MALICE Pocket Paperbacks, new covers, new releases

Book 1 Mysterious Malice Cover Book 2 Meticulous Malice Cover Book 3 Mistaken Malice Book 4 Malicious Malice Book 5 Masterful Malice Book 6 Matrimonial Malice Book 7 Mourning Malice Book 8 Murderous Malice Book 9 Mental Malice Book 10 Menacing Malice

There is nothing like a little murder, mayhem, and mystery in your pocket and now I’m pleased to offer ALL of the first TEN of the MALICE SERIES of books in Pocket Paperbacks!  Each is now available for your reading pleasure as well as in the ‘normal’ sized Novels in groups of five.  Look for the remaining Malice books (hopefully soon) in Pocket Paperback!  Click on the cover for where to buy these AWESOME little books, all for under $10!  You can still get them in e-book form of course but is there ANYTHING like the feel of pages between your fingers??  Also, if you prefer to buy them in the Novels I have created, please click on the two covers below:

Malice Masterpieces the First Five Books Front Cover  Malice Masterpieces 2

So, whatever you pleasure, check out what you would like or go to my website at and choose your poison!

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Book 17 Marinating Malice

Kathy needs to move on but her thoughts seem to be keeping her in the past.  It is time though.  Her wife has been dead over eighteen months.  She has a girlfriend who would like to become her lover.  Is she ready to put the past behind her and move on?

Trust seems to be the issue, not on her part but on the part of Special Agent Linda Miller, is she ready to take the next step, clues to Kathy and her wife’s past seem to intrigue her a little too much, maybe it’s the cop in her.

Things seem to be conspiring to make Kathy crazy, is she really seeing the clues that point to what she thinks she is seeing?  Her friends keep telling her that she isn’t seeing what she thinks is there. Is it all in her mind?   Is it possible that her wife is still alive or is she only brimming with hope?  Her thoughts keep her prisoner…

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