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    A Novella…Just for Fun

    Happy New Year!!! I’m finishing up, and I’m getting excited. Another novella is on the schedule–releasing Valentine’s Day, 2018. Why? Because it was fun. That’s really all. A different flavor than my full-length novels, and for me, it was another needed break from the deeper end of story. And, it was a chance to go back to Rock Creek (Reclaimed, Ordinary Snowflakes), to catch a glimpse of some characters I have loved, and to play around with a more humorous tale. I liked it. I hope you do too! So, on February 14, 2018, grab a cup of something steamy and delicious. Curl up with a cuddly warm blanket, and…

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    The Hangover

    Catchy title, right? I know… clickbait. But not really. Today, I opened a file that has been languishing on my laptop since December of 2016. The one I’ve ignored because it didn’t fit my project schedule for 2017–the year I dedicated to my dystopian trilogy. I opened that book, half written. It’s a women’s fiction, my original brand. A book several of my readers have told me they’re waiting for. I’m waiting for it too… I opened it. And my mind went back to Braxton and Eliza. To Hannah and Quinn and Tristan and Skye. This surprised me, to be honest. I thought I was ready to move on. Ready…

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    Changes on the Horizon

    It’s time. That makes me pretty nervous, but it’s time. I hope you’ll jump in with me. I love Women’s Fiction. I love true-to-life, shift-your-thinking fiction that transforms. Maybe even redeems. I love writing those kinds of books, and I’m not done with them yet. But almost four years ago, I had a vision for a different kind of book. Young Adult. Dystopian–(read darker, heavier, more challenging). When I outlined the idea and showed it to Superman, he got that concerned line in the between the eyebrows thing on his face. Yikes. “Why this? It’s not really what you’ve been doing.” I wasn’t sure how to answer him at the…

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    Why Kale?

    So….Kale. Yeah, the character in Ordinary Snowflakes. That girl. I’m getting some interesting responses to her. Her name, actually. Some of the reviews are actually quite hilarious as they rant about this “hipster” name I’ve pegged this otherwise lovable character with. Super funny, because, well, they’re just funny. And also because if you know me at all, I’m the last woman you’d peg as a “hipster.” No kidding. So, for the sake of clarification, (and hey, something fun to talk about!) I thought I’d just share why I chose Kale for Ordinary Snowflakes. I wasn’t trying to be trendy (I’ve actually never met a person named Kale (or Cale), so…

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    No Escape

    Fiction… that imaginary place of story that becomes an escape. True. Sometimes. Not always. I live an ordinary life. We juggle the norm…joys, fears, tears, and the expected struggle to figure out this living thing so that we may do it well. If you were a fly on my wall, and you managed to escape my nylon swatter, you’d probably wonder why I write what I write. Sometimes, I do too. I just past the 1/3 mark on the rough draft of my current project. Usually that’s where it gets hard. Sadly, I get bored. I go looking in my imagination for new people to meet, a new story to…

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    Where did that come from?

    Creativity doesn’t survive isolation. It’s a tricky balance…feeding creativity and then letting it live and do by itself. Too much food, not enough doing. Too much doing, the creative flow dries up. So, what feeds mine? Several things. How about a sampling? Blue Columbine was set in a place that I knew. I spent seven years in the mountains as a young child, and I have good memories playing in the aspens behind our little house. Dory Lakes? Yep, it’s a real place–community–above Black Hawk.  I also spent many years in the Denver area. Worked at a Cyclery Shop, did some mountain biking. In short, I knew the setting because…

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    7-7-7 Challenge

    I was tagged by my writing buddy Sarah Monzon. Seven lines from page seven, and then tag seven more authors. Okay…here goes. You’re a better man than this. Ugh. That voice. Again. Forever intruding upon his life. What more did Mother want from him? He’d graduated from Stanford Law. He was a successful lawyer. Why couldn’t she just be proud of him, rather than digging up his personal flaws and flinging pointy shards of metal at them? His chest seemed to cave, and a sharp ache pressed against his stomach. Great. Even halfway across the country and without actually saying a word, Mother’s disappointment could needle his gut. ~Blue Columbine…