Never begin a novel with weather. It’s one of those generally accepted taboos that most writers come across at some point or another. I’m not sure if Elmore Leonard was the first to say it, but it is number one on his ten rules for writing fiction. Irrespective of its origins, the point is “It was a dark and stormy… Read More
Stairway to Stupid
When I first met my husband, he was the bassist in a local band called Love Gas. He also booked bands at a corner bar called The Budapest Cocktail Lounge, and produced comp discs featuring bands from the scene. This was back when comp discs actually needed producers, before you could burn them in your own home, or bypass the… Read More
It’s the Summer Reads Blog Hop!
It’s the Summer Reads Blog Hop! All week long Sourcebooks pub sisters Janet Gurtler, Juliana Stone, and I will be answering questions about our favorite summer songs, books, moments, and more on these fantastic blogs! Check it out! THE SUMMER AFTER YOU AND ME debuts one month from today. Help me count down the days by entering my Countdown To Summer Giveaway. Just… Read More
Going Hybrid with author Holly Schindler
I’m so pleased to welcome the fabulous Holly Schindler to the blog today on this, the book birthday of her new adult novel FIFTH AVENUE FIDOS — her first independent release. (I just bought my copy and can’t wait to start reading. Find out where to get yours below!) Holly and I “met” two years ago when I started blogging with all the wonderful… Read More
The Countdown to Summer Giveaway!!!
Sunday marks exactly one month until my next YA, THE SUMMER AFTER YOU AND ME, hits shelves. It will also be 50 days until Memorial Day weekend—the unofficial start of summer Know what that means? It’s about time to begin the countdown to summer (reaches for sunscreen) and give away some stuff, like… An ARC or finished copy (winner’s choice) of THE SUMMER AFTER… Read More
That Time I Became Santa Claus
Every Christmas when I was little, my parents would host a neighborhood party with the highlight being Santa’s arrival. Somewhere between dinner and dessert, we’d hear jingle bells ringing, heavy footsteps on the stairs, and then he’d burst into the family room carrying a big bag overflowing with gifts for every kid at the party. We never wondered how he… Read More
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