Me, Too

I’m taking a small break from talking about story and craft to tell you a scary thing that happened to me one night on the J train.

Who’s Your Batman?

The one thing in Spider-Man Homecoming that didn’t gel for me was Michael Keaton as the villain. And that’s because he’ll always be Batman to me.

Character Flaws

Don’t be afraid to embrace a character’s flaws. Every great character in the world has them.

Two Sides of the Same Coin

When I started writing The Super Series, the character of Audrey squirted out on the page, fully formed. People always ask me how much of myself is in the character and I tend to say that it’s less of a direct characterization and more of a venn diagram. There are...

Pantser or Plotter

Author Princess Jones talks about whether she prefers to plot her novels or write them by the seat of her pants.

Fievel Goes West

In which I watch the bravest mouse in the world achieve his dreams

Sad Dog Thoughts

This is gonna be a sad-ish one, guys. If you’re feeling particularly fragile–you just had a loss yourself or you’re on your period or you’ve watched any of the Toy Story movies in the last few days–you might want to skip this one.

Busting Ghosts and Whatnot

I really, really love the original Ghostbusters movie. I’ve watched all of the sequels. I’ve watched most of the Ghostbusters cartoons. And I’ll probably go see the new Ghostbusters movie this weekend. At the time I’m writing this, the new movie isn’t even out yet but everyone already hates it.

Nobody Wants to Be Dorothy

I love the Golden Girls When I was a kid, I’d get a bunch of my Barbies together and make them pretend to be Dorothy, Blanche, Rose, and Sophia. I’d even line them up along the window and make them do a routine to the theme song.

Dear Texas Book Festival

I have been meaning to submit to the Texas Book Festival ever since I attended my first one last October. But between ending a series, starting a new one, so many projects for my clients, wrestling with taxes, sleeping, and falling in love again with the delicious camp comedy that is RuPaul’s Drag Race, I just had a lot on my plate this year.

Some Random Thoughts on Captain America: Civil War

I saw Captain America: Civil War last night and I have some thoughts on it. If you haven’t seen it yet, you should get off of this page right now. Spoilers lie again, my friend. No, seriously, spoilers are coming after the jump. So you should stop scrolling.

Fear, Confidence, Lying, and Using What You’ve Got

I think it was Eleanor Roosevelt who said “We have nothing to fear but fear itself.” I wasn’t privy to the actual moment she said it but I assume she was probably high at the time. That sounds like exactly the type of thing you think of when you’re high. That, and why we say our “feet fall asleep” instead of calling it “coma-toes.”

Some Ridiculous Thoughts on Batman V Superman

I saw Batman V Superman last week. SPOILER ALERT: I liked it. Maybe it was because the reviews lowered my expectations significantly. Or maybe I’ll watch anything with Batman in it. Or maybe I just had enough margaritas to like just about anything by the end of the night.

Super Duper Oops!

Hey guys! Today I’m working on all types of fresh goodies for you but I just wanted to let you know of a situation that is affecting the recent Super Duper release. Some readers received a messed up copy from Amazon. It should have affected a small percentage of users...

Missing It

I can be an acquired taste. People can really, really like me right away. We haven’t said more than two words to each other but they are sure I need to be their child’s godmother. On the other hand, I say “Hi” and they think “Who does this bitch think she is?” I almost have nothing to do with it at all.

The Difference Between Me and Audrey

My main character in my Super series is Audrey Hart. Audrey is a young, Super who spends a lot of time being late, being broke, and fighting crime. She has a great relationship with her dad, a sense of humor, and a potty mouth. Which has all led to a lot of questions about whether I wrote myself into a character.

Super Is Coming

Can you feel the excitement in the air? What’s that? It’s Super. And it’s on the way with an official release date.

Super Update

So, I just wanted to update you about Super. I recently got the edits back on it and I’ve been working on rewriting it. I’ve always heard that writing is rewriting. That’s never more apparent than when you’re writing fiction.

I Want You. . . To Gimme A Review

As a new fiction writer, reviews are very important. And although there’s been a lot of hoopla about bad reviews, no reviews are actually much worse. It makes it seem like no one is reading your work–even if you know that’s not true.

No One Important

Hubs and I were driving somewhere and chatting about our current dog and the many dogs we’ve had or know in our life. Eventually got back to good ole Scrappy.

Handling Negative Reviews with All Indie Writers

My first review ever said something like “This book was OK but. . .” and then it went on to name a lot of things they didn’t like. But I was so excited that someone had not only read the book but that it was “OK,” that I forgot to be upset about the rest.

Gym Tanning

I recently decided to join a gym. But not for the reason most people do. I’m not really looking to lose weight or tone up. I am looking to eat more cupcakes. And Oprah is off the air so she’s not airlifting morbidly obese people out of their beds anymore. So I needed to be proactive here.

I Left NYC But My Characters Didn’t

I’ve moved a lot. In the past six or seven years, I’ve live in VA Beach, Chicago, NYC, and now Austin. When they say a writer should write what they know, they’re often referring to the small details. It’s easier to get those right when you’ve experienced them yourself.

Asked and Answered: What’s Your Favorite Fruit?

First of all, let’s acknowledge that this is a weird question. People rarely run up to you to say “Hey! I just gotta know something! What’s your favorite fruit, man?” I look at the interviews my author friend are doing about the importance of their books, their cultural backgrounds, and their writing process. And I’m over here getting questions about fruit.

The Time I Had AIDS

My husband doesn’t know how to tell a story. Or rather, he doesn’t know how to tell a story to me. I prefer a news article approach to storytelling. You need to give me a headline. Then give me a lede paragraph. (Look it up.) And then tell me the story. The least important stuff should be at the end.

Asked and Answered: What’s the Most Blatant Lie You’ve Ever Told

I’d like to start off this Asked and Answered session with the declaration that while I have many sins, chronic lying isn’t one of them. This is for two reasons. The first is that I talk too damn much to be trying to remember shit I said. And second, I just am not embarrassed or ashamed by enough things to lie about them. In fact, I’m much more likely to just say “Yeah, that’s none of your business.”

I Had a Pinterest-gasm at The Writing Barn

A couple of weeks ago I was fortunate enough to attend an event at the Writing Barn. I recently moved to Austin, TX from Queens, NY with my husband, our three year old niece, and our 13 year old Shih Tzu in tow. Between the changing cities and the changing dynamics of our household, I was having a harder time making connections here than I have in the past.

Drunk Off the Kool Aid

I have this way of picking the oddest person in the room and deciding I need to be friends with them. I’d like to think it’s because I see the tiny streak of special in some people even when others miss it.

Ok that’s bullshit.

It’s more likely that I like weirdos. Which makes sense because I’m a proud weirdo, myself.

A Writer in Paris

I knew was that I was going to write in Paris. I would sit at cafes and write. I would sit in the shadow of the Eiffel Tower and write. I brought my Chromebook and several paper notebooks in anticipation of the characters, storylines, and plot twists I would come up with along the Seine.

If I Had Small Boobs

I have rather large boobs. I’m not bragging. You shouldn’t be excited. You shouldn’t feel bad for me, either. It’s just a fact. I’ve had them since I was 10 years old. And I feel like I’ve accepted them as much as any woman can really accept and love any body part. But that doesn’t mean I don’t fantasize about having small ones.

Escape from Jehovah

I have a firm rule about Jehovah’s Witnesses. Whomever lets them in the house has to talk to them. This rule applies to all ages. If you are five years old and you let a Jehovah’s Witness into the house, you should spend the next three hours discussing the Watchtower with them. And I betcha that would be the last time you did that shit, too.

Dear Old Navy

Old Navy always has a sale. But it doesn’t always have what I want.

The Dog is Extra

If I were ever a prostitute, I’d be a prostitute that came with a dog.

Pee Pee or Poo Poo?

I love the public library–even when I’m being interrogated about the bathrooms.