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
Most of us have something that sets us off, a trigger that brings the full-on cray-cray. Most writers I know talk about that moment of panic hitting them right after they hit ‘send’ on a submission. My first submission had me a bit anxious. By a bit, I mean I was sick to my stomach… Continue reading Moments of Crazy
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’ve just gotten back from Ohio and my first ever convention. I’d been told Ellora’s Cave Romanticon was incredibly fun, but I still wasn’t prepared for just how much fun it was. I got a chance to meet people I’ve known for years online as real, in-the-flesh people, attended workshops that were as fun as… Continue reading Ellora’s Cave Romanticon 2012
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
I recently completed one of the most difficult moves of my entire life. It was also one of the shortest… in distance anyway. My family and I packed up our possessions and moved into an apartment just a few miles from our old place. On paper, the plan looked simple… box things, load up the… Continue reading Writing on the Move
