Heather Masterson

Seeing my author page on Amazon gave me a serious jolt, and not in a good way. We are waaaay past my comfort zone, but these are the things one must do. Or, at least that’s what everyone keeps telling me. Here’s a confession: Years and years ago, I was working for a ginormous telephone company, and my cube-neighbor was

So, here’s a dumb thing to be thinking about: it really bugs me that I still haven’t come up with a decent title for the second book. The first book named itself almost immediately. I was so paranoid about it that I threw a one-word code name on the drafts, like it was a Game of Thrones script that needed to

Update: The proofs were found in Illinois, forty-three hours after they disappeared in New Jersey. I imagine they have massive hangovers and a bad attitude. They were found twenty hours ago, though, and I haven’t heard a word since, so I’m a little afraid that they’ve escaped again. ICYMI: J.K. Rowling mentions leaving her writing room, someone calls her pretentious