I’m prepping to head to the Romantic Times Booklovers convention in Kansas City next month. Yes, I have to start this far ahead of time. I know my fellow Diamonds will snicker when they read this, but I’m not really the most outgoing person in a crowd. They’re laughing because they know that once I… Continue reading Unconventional convention chick
I am small press published. Over the last few years I’ve tried to explain what that means to my non-writer friends and family to varying degrees of success. What it always boils down to is this: You can’t buy my books in Wal-Mart, Target, or Barnes and Noble. Yet. For me, making my foray into… Continue reading Small presses can lead to big dreams
My friends mock me when I say I’m procrastinating. They believe I’m incapable of true procrastination. You know what? They’re right. I blame Catholic guilt. I was never one of those students who could get out of a paper or exam by claiming a loved one was suffering some grave, imaginary illness. I knew the… Continue reading Procrastination for Overachievers
I love the start of a new year. I’m a clean slate kind of girl. The weirdo who makes her bed before she can get into it. The type to wipe a counter clean and clear before cluttering it up with baking supplies. A brand new year is the perfect excuse to allow my inner… Continue reading Clean slate
On Saturday, the hubby took me to lunch at Panera then turned me loose in the Barnes & Noble to cash out a gift card he’d given me. Later that evening, I spent a blissful hour in the tub covered up to my neck in bubbles and clutching a Susan Elizabeth Phillips novel in my… Continue reading Gooooooal!
Not long ago, my mother asked me why I didn’t just sit down and write a nice, juicy mystery. *sigh* Don’t get me wrong. My mom is proud of me. She has read and touted everything I’ve ever written. (Well, the ones she knows about… wink-wink) She has never uttered a harsh word about romance… Continue reading Why romance?
I’m a bit of a creature of habit. Sometimes this is a good thing. I rarely worry about what to have for breakfast because I eat the same thing five days a week: Every morning and every night I kiss the same hunky guy: [photo redacted because Fodder refuses to be fodder for my online… Continue reading Out of the Zone