Since I began reading romance many years ago and certainly since I began writing romance, I've had a particular affection for the billionaire trope. When I wrote my debut romance it was a foregone conclusion. My hero is a broody, arrogant billionaire. Don't get me wrong. It's not that I don't love me a cop,… Continue reading In Praise of Billionaires, the fictional kind at least, or why I read romance
Happy Valentines's Day! On this day celebrating love it seems right for me to look back on a my first year as a romance author and sometime blogger. Almost a year ago, I started this blog in the run up to the release this past summer of my first romance, The Marriage Ultimatum. I've learned… Continue reading On #WritingRomance & Learning Curves
For the first time in my life I am truly skeeved (Italo-American idiom, look it up) by our national election. This from a history buff, lawyer and cable news junkie. But here's the thing. Election 2016 is too crazy for words and I'm very sad to witness the hatred and ignorance out there. Observing this… Continue reading Can we talk about another election? Please? or how my romance won this week’s Cover War
It's Mother's Day for another couple of hours. After last week's rant, where I uncoolly raged against those who would make light of a new mother's need to make choices in the workplace, a few observations: Nothing, no thing can ever prepare a mother to be a mother.There is nothing you can read, although yes,… Continue reading Tough Mudder-hood
Really? Fiction that's allegedly entertaining about a bogus maternity leave taken without a newborn? If only... I mean, really? When I first heard someone wrote a novel about taking a "meternity" leave, or a fake maternity leave to take time for "herself" to figure out the direction of her life, I was speechless. Days later,… Continue reading “Meternity”? A woman wrote this? And someone published it?
I was sitting at this very desk a few nights ago attempting to add precious words to my work in progress. After a long, wearying Wednesday, the love of my life was unwinding in the other room reading the newspaper. Deep into Chapter 12 of the first draft of my next manuscript, I didn't realize he'd… Continue reading Wishing you a Klondike connection or Mr.and Mrs. Jack Sprat
Yesterday was a good day. The nasty weather meant I had more time to do what I love to do most—write. I tackled a tricky scene in my work in progress and even though it's still a mess, I can tell the story is going places. But this morning I awakened to—nada. The muse is… Continue reading I am not a mused or blogged down in promo hell