“There might be another way to say that,” I suggest to my child who has just bluntly announced an opinion about another child in a semi-public setting.
“It’s no big deal. It’s only one evening,” I tell my spouse when our son want to invite ten loud young adults over to hang out before they return to school when we had planned to watch a movie.
“I think we’ll have to agree to disagree,” I say to a relative with very different political leanings.
More and more, Continue reading “Playing the Peacemaker”
I’ve recently become I’m a fairy.
Okay, just a book fairy.
I learned about book fairies through goodreads. This is goodreads 10th anniversary, and to celebrate they created Hide-a-Book day in cahoots with The Book Fairies (they’re a real thing).
I ordered goodreads’ and book fairies’ labels and stuck them on each of my books in preparation.
And then I waited for Hide-A-Book Day to roll around.
September 18 turned out to be Continue reading “I Believe in Book Fairies”
“When you woke up this morning were you still a big shot author with a new puppy?”
That was the text I got from my husband who was out of the country on business this week.
And it does feel like a ‘pinch-me’ kind of week. My memoir, Another Good Dog, sold to Pegasus Books for publication summer 2018, and after fostering 95 puppies and dogs, I’ve finally decided to ‘foster fail’ and adopt a puppy from our current litter.
Rewind two weeks. Continue reading “The Difference Two Weeks Makes…”
As women we all play many roles. There are the respectable roles – parent, adult-in-the-room, community member, good neighbor, sibling, maybe even elected official, role model, local celebrity; but then there are the roles we dream of playing – famous novelist, perfect mother, instant millionaire, skinny-girl-who-can-eat-anything.
In my teens, the role I most wanted to play was beautiful girl.
I’d never admit it publicly amongst my geeky, feminist friends, but what I wanted most was to be the kind of girl whose looks stopped traffic. My aspirations didn’t come to much as I was trapped inside the body of a pudgy, Continue reading “Invisible Girl”
Last night I had my first virtual visit with a book club! We discussed my novel, Practicing Normal. We’d planned on skyping, but ended up using Facetime because there were technical difficulties with skype. I’m happy to say it was fun – much less painful and awkward than I anticipated.
The group was at a library in Arcata, California (Redwood country). They met at 6:30 their time, which was 9:30 my time, so it was pretty late for this early-to-bed girl. I skipped the wine with dinner and managed to avoid yawning the entire hour. There was no chance of a yawn, really, this group was engaged and fun.
What to wear had been a particular concern of mine. As it turned out, Continue reading “Book Club Meets Fan-head (my virtual visit to Arcata, California)”
Be honest. Don’t pretend you know something you don’t, feel something you don’t feel, or are something you’re not. Just be heart-exposingly honest and readers will appreciate it. Honesty is never boring.
Write your passion.
Write what you love. Write what you are committed to. Write about the topics, stories, people, issues that get your heart aflutter or make your pulse race. When you write your passion it comes straight from your heart. Passion is never boring. Continue reading “How Not to be Boring: 8 Tips for Writers”
It’s a bit of gamble, this writing thing.
I write and write and write and write.
And then I edit and edit and edit and edit.
And then I edit even more.
And when my latest masterpiece is all shined up and ready, I send it out into the world.
Sometimes (okay, many times) it comes back to me with words of rejection.
It feels like judgment. Probably because it is judgment.
And I say – Continue reading “Writing Without a Net”