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Today (Feb. 27, 2023) only: A SONG FOR THE ROAD is on
One perk of being a published author is how many other authors
I have been writing stories since I was 8 years old. Seriously.
I have been a member of the Women’s Fiction Writers Association almost
I doubt anyone will be shocked if I say I’ve always been
One of the great things about being a published author is how
One of the great things about being a published author is how
It’s been a whirlwind couple of weeks, and I actually do have
It’s THREE WEEKS until Publication Day and I could not be more
My sophomore year in college, I entered my first flute competition. As
I am officially ten weeks away from PUBLICATION DAY! A Song For
I had a lovely writing day yesterday. The Women’s Fiction Writers Association
2020 has been a reading year for me–more great books than I
It’s been a long time since I started a new novel. Well,
My word for 2019 is “enough”: I am enough, I am doing
Photo by Engin Akyurt on Pexels.com I had a bizarre series of
(Not that I’m excited or anything!…..)
One of my online writing communities had an in-depth discussion a while
This year I’ve been volunteering with the Women’s Fiction Writers Association as
The Women’s Fiction Cafe is open at Facebook again this week, this
Friday morning when I came home from Jazzercise, speech therapy, and a
The bells of St. Brigit’s are calling tonight, winging over the
The facts? The facts are these: I am wholly ordinary. Black hair,
I try not to write about writing too often, but I hope
Today I have a special post–a chance to chat with the author
They say you can tell a lot about a baby in the
___1___ I went to a family wedding in southern Missouri last weekend.
It began on a magical night beside the river Thames… or so
“What d’you wanna be when you grow up?” asked Steve. “What kinda
The trail map claimed it was only fifteen feet’s worth of elevation
They called him Elder, because his eyes looked old although his face
I’m working right now on the last (I hope!) major revision of
There’s been a snag in the blog tour plans for This Little
A bit of fantasy for your Wednesday morning, inspired by this picture
Those two words are Write At the Merge’s prompt for this week.
Carlo was waiting at the ninth hole with his business partner and
I don’t know about you, but I loathed much of the reading
In the moment before the first shot was fired, Clarissa’s entire life
Just before dawn, Matthew wakes abruptly from a nightmare. Shivering, he looks
This is an excerpt from the novel I’ve been querying…slightly condensed to
“Hey, Jenny!” My little brother’s voice pokes through my hazy brain as
“It must have something to do with the Aztecs,” said Matt. I
At every wedding I’ve ever attended, when the minister gets to the
This week, Write On Edge asked us to explore locale–local flavor that
The first time Ned laid eyes on Zin, the sight hit him
In retrospect, I should have handled things differently. David came home from
___1___ I’m combining posts tonight, so I begin with ~100 words of
Last week I introduced you to Patrick. He’s one of the major
The moment Patrick opened the door, heat punched him in the chest,
Those damn yellow shoes. Zin massaged her ankle as she watched Ned
His crossed arms answered her question before he spoke. “I’m sorry,” he
Was that her? The image reflected in the window of a real
It was 6:20 a.m. on Palm Sunday when I smelled smoke. I
It was a rainy night in Dusseldorf, but not nearly as stormy
I’m dancing with the prince when the text message comes in, but
Today’s prompt for Red Writing Hood was to write a conversation that
Hope you’ll enjoy hearing a bit more about Alison and Carlo…. *
Today’s excerpt, a description, comes from my WIP, the story of a
“I have learned to be content whatever the circumstances. I know what
Today (Feb. 27, 2023) only: A SONG FOR THE ROAD is on Kindle sale for $1.99! (Hint: Feel free to share this post. 😉 )
One perk of being a published author is how many other authors I get to “meet.” We all hear about the big, flashy books by
I have been writing stories since I was 8 years old. Seriously. My second cousin and I used to sit in the back of the
I have been a member of the Women’s Fiction Writers Association almost since it was founded, and I am so thrilled to have “A Song
I doubt anyone will be shocked if I say I’ve always been a pretty serious person. I love movies and books and music that make
One of the great things about being a published author is how many other authors I get to “meet.” We all hear about the big,
One of the great things about being a published author is how many other authors I get to “meet.” We all hear about the big,
It’s been a whirlwind couple of weeks, and I actually do have plans for a blog post that’s NOT about A Song For The Road–but
It’s THREE WEEKS until Publication Day and I could not be more excited to share A SONG FOR THE ROAD with the world! It is
My sophomore year in college, I entered my first flute competition. As the fall wore on, I found myself lying awake at night, exhausted yet
I am officially ten weeks away from PUBLICATION DAY! A Song For The Road is the story of a musician on a road trip across
I had a lovely writing day yesterday. The Women’s Fiction Writers Association has been amazing on every level–community, networking, professional development, skill building. But just
2020 has been a reading year for me–more great books than I could possibly share. But I thought, since it’s gift-giving season, I’d share six
It’s been a long time since I started a new novel. Well, maybe not as long as it seems. I had an aborted attempt around
My word for 2019 is “enough”: I am enough, I am doing enough, I am good enough, this moment is enough. It’s a combination of
Photo by Engin Akyurt on Pexels.com I had a bizarre series of dreams last night: 1: I couldn’t get apps to close on a smart
(Not that I’m excited or anything!…..)
One of my online writing communities had an in-depth discussion a while back about profanity and its place (or lack thereof) in literature. I got to thinking,
This year I’ve been volunteering with the Women’s Fiction Writers Association as a host for the “women’s fiction cafe,” which is done on Facebook. Instead
The Women’s Fiction Cafe is open at Facebook again this week, this time with author Steena Holmes in the house to introduce readers to her book,
Friday morning when I came home from Jazzercise, speech therapy, and a Wal Mart run, this is what greeted me: Today I’m focusing on a
The bells of St. Brigit’s are calling tonight, winging over the snow and alighting on my windowsill. All day I have been imprisoned by
The facts? The facts are these: I am wholly ordinary. Black hair, caramel skin, no extraordinary features, no super powers, although I’ve gotten pretty good
I try not to write about writing too often, but I hope you’ll indulge me this once. I’m in transition right now. My last novel
Today I have a special post–a chance to chat with the author of a new Catholic novel: Don’t You Forget About Me, by Erin McCole
They say you can tell a lot about a baby in the womb. I knew this was true before you came along, little man, but
___1___ I went to a family wedding in southern Missouri last weekend. It was quite a culture shock; very suddenly, when I turned onto I-44,
It began on a magical night beside the river Thames… or so my mother tells me. There was a twenty-car pileup and my parents were
“What d’you wanna be when you grow up?” asked Steve. “What kinda question is that?” responded Malachi. “I’m gonna be a machinist like my dad.
The trail map claimed it was only fifteen feet’s worth of elevation change from the parking lot to Copeland Falls, but it sure felt like
They called him Elder, because his eyes looked old although his face looked young. Alana had found him, all those months ago, face down in
I’m working right now on the last (I hope!) major revision of my novel. I tend to be self-conscious about my novel. Its characters are
There’s been a snag in the blog tour plans for This Little Light of Mine, so I thought I’d take the opportunity to post a
A bit of fantasy for your Wednesday morning, inspired by this picture (no really, click it open)…. * The moment Clarissa saw the forest, she
Those two words are Write At the Merge’s prompt for this week. For a change I knew exactly where I wanted to take this one:
Carlo was waiting at the ninth hole with his business partner and his parish priest when a boy came out from the clubhouse with a
I don’t know about you, but I loathed much of the reading we did in English classes. I know writers are supposed to revere Hemingway,
In the moment before the first shot was fired, Clarissa’s entire life passed before her. The present and past and future fused into an image
Just before dawn, Matthew wakes abruptly from a nightmare. Shivering, he looks at the boy huddled beside him for fleeting warmth. His son’s hair is
This is an excerpt from the novel I’ve been querying…slightly condensed to fit the word count. Dean is falling in love with Beth and her
“Hey, Jenny!” My little brother’s voice pokes through my hazy brain as I try to figure out what propensity and vouch mean, and what in
“It must have something to do with the Aztecs,” said Matt. I glanced over at Jude, who was staring at the words on his laptop
At every wedding I’ve ever attended, when the minister gets to the part where he says, “Speak now or forever hold your peace,” I’ve always
This week, Write On Edge asked us to explore locale–local flavor that adds realism to fiction. Today I’m borrowing from my completed, but so far unloved
The first time Ned laid eyes on Zin, the sight hit him like a tsunami–stole his breath, laid his soul flat on the floor of
In retrospect, I should have handled things differently. David came home from his Toledo run last night, his face bleached white with jealousy. “What’s this?”
___1___ I’m combining posts tonight, so I begin with ~100 words of fiction. This week over at Write On Edge we were assigned the task
Last week I introduced you to Patrick. He’s one of the major characters in my WIP, but the book is in another person’s point of
The moment Patrick opened the door, heat punched him in the chest, so heavy with moisture he had to lean on the car to withstand
Those damn yellow shoes. Zin massaged her ankle as she watched Ned disappear into the gloom of overhanging oak with the rest of the party.
His crossed arms answered her question before he spoke. “I’m sorry,” he said. “There’s nothing more we can do.” Molly placed her hands palm down
Was that her? The image reflected in the window of a real estate office arrested Alison’s forward motion abruptly, and two young honeymooners ploughed right
It was 6:20 a.m. on Palm Sunday when I smelled smoke. I sat trapped in my chair by the open window, Michael nursing greedily after
It was a rainy night in Dusseldorf, but not nearly as stormy as the hotel room Tomas left behind. He pushed past the doorman, ignoring
I’m dancing with the prince when the text message comes in, but I don’t realize it till he’s bent over my hand and helped me
Today’s prompt for Red Writing Hood was to write a conversation that shows us the relationship between two characters–in 300 words. I figured out my
Hope you’ll enjoy hearing a bit more about Alison and Carlo…. * (Photo credit: KennethMoyle, via Flickr) Eight o’clock has always been the magic hour.
Today’s excerpt, a description, comes from my WIP, the story of a woman who marries into a fairy tale, only to have it splinter around
“I have learned to be content whatever the circumstances. I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to
I’m preparing for a major revamp of my author site, and I’m not sure what’s going to happen to this blog as part of that.
It’s the 4th of July, and I am in the middle of the confluence of playing for our local professional orchestra’s summer festival, preparing for
One perk of being a published author is how many other authors I get to “meet.” We all hear about the big, flashy books by
Hi, all! Long time, no see. I’m stretched pretty thin these days with a college kid, two over-involved high schoolers, and a middle schooler, plus
Environmental stewardship and climate have long been high, high priorities for me. That is because of my Christian faith and because nature is where I
One perk of being a published author is how many other authors I get to “meet.” We all hear about the big, flashy books by
I was late to the Nicole Baart party. When I read my first of her books, I was gobsmacked. “How have I never come across
OK, I will admit it: I am fascinated with the British royal family. Not nearly as much as some–I never watched the weddings, for instance,
“Wicked” is a cultural phenomenon, and with a few exceptions (Marvel, Star Wars, Harry Potter), I am terrible at keeping up with cultural phenomena. I
Today (Feb. 27, 2023) only: A SONG FOR THE ROAD is on Kindle sale for $1.99! (Hint: Feel free to share this post. 😉 )
I have loved the Anne and Emily books since the first time I read them, but it took me until now to read this late
In the spirit of the holidays I wanted to share some really good things–books and not-books–that I have discovered in the past year or so.