It all started at Earthquake Ethel’s

Screamie Birds? Earthquake Ethel’s? What’s this place all about? Well, let me tell you a story…

The moment I walked through the door of Earthquake Ethel’s, I knew I was home. That kick drum and bass kicked my blood pumping into high gear. I’ve written scenes about that time in at least one of my novels, but Raining Men comes to mind.

It was only a matter of time, more rather than less, that I would be drawn to EDM. Actually, I was late to EDM as most people think of it, the EDM of the 90s and 2000s. I only discovered it when I was taking songwriting and music production classes, searching for a genre I was especially interested in or had a knack for. I tried piano-forward genres, guitar-forward genres, but once I realized it was all about the drums for me (my father said “All my kids play the drums” after I met him), I knew EDM was my genre.

But, wait, shouldn’t I tell you about writing first? But what really came first? Books or music… music or books… the two are inseparable. So here’s the writing story.

In the chick lit hey day (when pink was hot), I acquired a literary agent and first publishing contract for Real Women Wear Red and its sequel Real Women Sing the Blues.

About the same time this was happening, I met my father and discovered I came from a family of musicians. I recalled my love for music and the first song I’d written with a childhood friend. We called ourselves the “Screamie Birds” (girl singers – it’s a Beatles thing).

Eventually, I began to juggle both writing fiction and music, telling stories through books, music, video, and now podcasts. Alas, “Screamie Birds Studios” was born. How could I not pay tribute to a young girl’s dreams?


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