The Home Of Martha J Allard

I love fountain pens. I love watching the shimmer of the words as the ink dries in the wake of the nib across the page. I love the stains...

I was having a conversation last week, or it could have been the last month-who remembers what even time is anymore, right? What were we...

I have spent the last few weeks helping to make masks. My roommate has produced hundreds. I just sewed what she told me to. I was...

I've released a lot of stuff in the last few months. My short story collection, Psychic Surgery, came out at the beginning of summer, and...

I just wrote a blog about selling books for the Flint Area Writers blog. Really, it was about selling my own books, and how uncomfortable...

When people asked me, in my former life, to recommend a book, I had two lists in my head. The first were the sure sales, the easy ones....

Yesterday was the very first day that I felt October. I mean really felt it tapping on my shoulder. I know it's almost November, but I've...

Tigger warning: rape and rape denial Why did I never tell? I’m sick of that question. Why didn’t I tell that I was raped? Twice? Because...