*music plays softly in background* *candles flicker* Come here, Blogosphere! *No answer* Oh, Blogosphere! *Still no answer* Ohhh baaabbyyy…my sweet baaabbbbyyy….you’re the one… What!?! Sweet God, stop singing! Hello, Blogosphere. What do you want? And why are you wearing cropped pants that are way too tight? Well, love is strange. *swishes side to side* Do […]
Archives for March 2012
I Did Not Get A Phone Call
March 27, 2012 by Leave a Comment
Shockingly enough, I did not get a phone call on Monday to tell me that my book was a finalist for the RITA awards. For those of you who are not romance junkies (like me), the RITAs are the awards that the Romance Writers of America (RWA) gives out to published romance novels and novellas […]
Spring!
March 25, 2012 by Leave a Comment
This week the forsythia bushes at the Palatial Horvath Estate decided it was spring. The feline occupants of the Estate decided it was spring about three weeks ago when they began merrily shedding all over everything – including me. The ducks and other wildlife visitors to the grounds of the Estate decided it was spring […]
Advice To The Author As A Young Woman
March 22, 2012 by 10 Comments
While perusing Facebook the other day, I saw a post from my editor, Rhonda Helms, saying that she has contributed to an anthology of letters by authors written to their teen selves. That started me thinking. What would I tell my younger self if I could? What advice would I give? Of course, I’ve already […]
Headlights and Strobe Lights
March 20, 2012 by 2 Comments
Writing a novel is like driving a car at night. You can see only as far as your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way. E. L. Doctorow When I’m at the point I’m at now in a first draft, I cling to this quote from E. L. Doctorow as if it […]
“Hope” is the thing with feathers
March 18, 2012 by 3 Comments
It is a gorgeous day here at the Palatial Horvath Estate. The sun is shining, the birds are chirping, the wind is warm, the forsythia is budding. It’s the kind of a spring day that makes you feel like spinning around in a circle with your hands held out while you sing “the hills are […]
