Falling in Love with Pooh

My mother has always claimed to be a bookworm from her youth, but sometimes I wonder how it can be possible. The only childhood book she's told me she loved was Charlotte's Web. She once told me she read Flowers in the Attic, I know she used to read Nicholas Sparks, and she has this horror story... Continue Reading →

Best Laid Schemes…

I've been meticulously methodical about sending my novels out for representation to the point where, last month, I called myself out for being utterly ridiculous. And, as J.R.R. Tolkien said, "It's the job that's never started as takes longest to finish." So, I decided to take March off from writing new things and focus on querying... Continue Reading →

“The Essence of Romance…”

The Essence of romance is Uncertainty." ~ Oscar Wilde We were driving on the highway to Ikea. It snowed during the night, just enough to dust the brown landscape of winter with a layer of pure white. Timothy and I oooed and ahhed over it all the way to the store. While we shopped, I... Continue Reading →

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