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Did I catch your attention with that title? A (small) part of me hopes so and the other (huge) part feels all squirmy and weird. Emotions aside, I can say that it’s a very honest heading because hands down the hardest part of writing for me is promotion. I love dreaming up new stories, getting to know characters, putting pen to paper,

Sometimes I feel responsible for all the things in all the world. All the things that move me. That break my heart. That make my palms go sweaty and that keep me up at night. Syria and violence in school and hunger and rape and children who don’t have a mom and a dad or place to lay their head. I’m a

Some people have a WORD. I’m not sure if they chose it or if they completed an online quiz and were assigned one, but (the way I understand it) this word is something they’re focusing on for a time. A concept or life goal they want to meditate on for a month, a year. Maybe more. I don’t know. I’ve never had

I once had someone tell me: “You live such a charmed life.” I don’t remember the context of the conversation or why she rolled her eyes when she said it, but the comment has stuck with me for years. I’ve been indignant (As if! I work my tail off, thank you very much.), dismissive (She has no idea what she’s talking

Art can be learned. I’ve taken photography classes and can snap some cute pics of my kids. Piano lessons have ensured I can hack my way through Canon in D. And though I’ve written eight books now (with several more in the form of notes and scribbles and daydreams), I still read books on craft and story development, on ways

I’m late to the Game of Thrones party. Honestly? I watched the first episode years ago and was rather traumatized. (I don’t do gore.) But I love fantasy and I knew that I would love the storyline… And in the end I just had to know what happened to Daenerys Targaryen. (I’m kind of obsessed with her.) Anyway, I’m a

Happy Labor Day, friends! Just popping in to say I’m taking a two-week break from #MuseMonday. Today was filled with bike rides and lawn games, family and friends. Oh, and hair day. Which, if you have a child with natural hair, is: A Thing. But I’m happy to report that after over three hours on my feet, my girl’s hair is

    Last week was a hard week, friends. So difficult, in fact, that when my husband and I were able to (finally!) snag a couple of hours alone together Sunday night we spent a good portion of that time staring at each other in stunned silence. Who knew back-to-school would be so hard for our family? We’ve done this before–for many

  I will never forget my first big publishing meet and greet. My debut novel had released six months prior, and my publisher decided to fly me out to a retail show so I could sign books and rub shoulders with some industry professionals. To say that I was scared to death would be an understatement. I’m a small town