Judge not…unless you’re judging a contest

Ignoring all the short stories I wrote as a angsty teen – where my heroine ALWAYS died and the hero promised to never love anyone else, ever again – my first book was an historical romance titled Of Captured Heart. I remember so well submitting my first pages to a...

Coming down from the clouds

I mean that literally, by the way. I just spent 20 hours flying between the US and Korea and now I can’t see 2 feet outside my window because of the cloud cover. It’s been raining since I returned. Nature is telling me to stay inside and write. I’m not a newbie with...

Biting into the Big Apple

That’s a bit cliche, I know but it also feels sort of true. I arrived yesterday for the RWA National Conference and feel jazzed. That’s the only word for it. I even woke up jonesing to work out, and luckily the fitness center is on my floor just a few doors down from...

Inspiration at high altitudes

Sorry I’m late with this week’s post. I’m currently flying between Korea and the US and boy are my arms tired. Rim shot please. Sorry (again). I blame the jet lag. My body clock tells me it’s 4:30pm. The clock on the bedside table and the darkness outside tell me it’s...

Literary License: Taking Reality for a Ride

My very first contest win was with an historical entitled Southern Belle, a post-Civil War story set in the fictional town of Belle Terre, Louisiana. This was before they told me post-Civil War stories didn’t sell, but not before I imagined an epic love story spanning...

Schedules: Not Just for the Anal Retentive

I’m a touch anal retentive. I like rules. In fact, it’s how I make my living. I like knowing what’s going to happen so I plan things out, even for contingencies that won’t likely happen. I’m very well prepared for the zombie apocalypse, btw. But by planning, I take...