I’m listening

When the universe starts talking, you listen. Actually, I’m not sure if it’s just that the universe is talking or if I’m just more inclined to listen now that I’ve made the decision to take the self-publishing plunge. Or maybe it’s really true that Sedona’s hippy-dippy, woo-woo psychic energy vortex Read more…

Writing through disaster?

The Boston Marathon bombing was a horrendous tragedy, and plenty of folks more eloquent than I am have expressed their thoughts much better than I ever could. Why’s that? I write romantic comedy. I don’t do well with dark moments, tears and a heavy heart. My whole family’s like that. Read more…

Down to the wire

Who AM I? In high school and college, I was the nerdy kid so many loved to hate: I finished papers early and often set the curve. The semester I spent in England, I turned in my British Studies research paper  — on “Wuthering Heights” — early so I could Read more…

Gym class memories

The most recent snowstorm that socked Flagstaff left me wearing snowboots. They’re heavy, clunky boots that, while keeping my feet dry and at least a little warm, tend to gobble my socks. Because of their penchant for leaving me with one sock off and the other half on, I can’t Read more…

The Next Big Thing

I was glad to say yes when Amy Raby, one of my Starcatchers sisters from the RWA Golden Heart class of 2011, asked me to take part in the Next Big Thing blog hop. Unlike Amy, I don’t have a book scheduled for release. But I’m happy to talk about one Read more…