Here you go, the next chapter of Virginia Creeper. 3. Mom and dad didn’t come home until late, and when they did, they were alone. As soon as I heard the car pull up outside, I ran to the front door and flung it open, ready to cheer and embrace the prodigal. Then my mom Read More …
For your enjoyment, here’s chapter 2 of Virginia Creeper. 2. “Ohmigod!” Kelli squealed when I told her what had happened. “Chelsea’s dead?” I held the phone away from my ear, grimacing. This is why texting is so much better than calling: it’s not so hard on the eardrums. “Yeah. But that’s not the problem Read More …
Once upon a time I wrote what I thought would be a Young Adult mystery about a 16 year old girl whose 17 year old brother is arrested for murder. The name of it was Virginia Creeper, which I still think is one of the best titles I’ve ever come up with. However, my agent didn’t Read More …
