See blog entry about my encounter with a tiger.
New publications added 4/14/15
New book added to Bookstore 4/14/15
When I say my mission is "to make the world a better place" I am totally serious. I've been working towards that goal a long time. From volunteering as a Candy Striper in high school, to a career supporting research in alternative energy sources, I've always been looking for ways to make a difference. That's why I started the Just One Thing website, which gives examples of ways one person can make a difference in the world (It shares a name with my blog).
These days a lot of my "mission" effort goes towards helping aspiring writers and artists. Toward that end, I started my own publishing imprint, Blue Dragon Press, under the ARTLAB philosophy (A Rising Tide Lifts All Boats). I'm helping writers get their first publication credits with BDP and with a series of how-to blogs.
To date, my published writings are mostly poems and short stories, in magazines, e-zines, and anthologies. But don't worry, there will be novels (some of them will have zombies, and some will have kudzu). In case you haven't noticed yet, I am also an artist. The banners below, my book covers and the illustrations in The Comet , Street People Tales , and Rabbit's Journey are all my work. This site is dedicated to my writing--my artwork and photography are featured at BetsyRiley.com. BetsyBlueDragon.com has my 3D sustainable artwork--crowns, masks, etc. Everything else is listed at my oldest site BRWS.com
Hopefully, you are here because I'm a writer, so there are a few things you should know. Because I write in multiple genres, and have a body of technical papers, I use pennames for a lot of my fiction. Using Betsy A. Riley, I write poetry, inspirational pieces, non-fiction, and children's stories. But to avoid shocking gentle readers (or business colleagues) with writings from my dark side (which can get freaky and/or quirky), I brand my other works by using pennames.
Cassandra Hex writes urban horror, things that go "gnarrrr" in the night. In Cassandra's stories, Death is more than warmed over--it's been zapped, nuked, and napalmed.