So this post doesn't really have anything to do with writing. And it's not YA. It's a post to celebrate my father's life: he is 90 years old today (Yes, you read that right. He had me late).To me, he's the man who tucked me in at night when I was little and sang me… Continue reading Living History
I know I need to work on my novel. But the girls' toenails need cutting...
Has anyone invented a desk/stationary bike for writers who do nothing but sit?I used to walk back and forth to the kids' school and now I'm walking back and forth to the coffee pot.What's awesome is that I've written an average of 2,000-3,000 words a day since switching roles with my husband. I was lucky… Continue reading Bigger Word Count= Bigger Pant Size
Up until a couple of months ago, I never understood the attraction to coffee. I'd had what people call "good" coffee and found it nasty. I'd had what people call "bad" coffee and found it nasty. I tried it with sugar or cream or both or black or mixed with chocolate or cinnamon. Still nasty. … Continue reading New Addiction
Swapping LivesI've had a hell of a summer. I'd just made up a plan of action for attacking my new novel when my husband had an aneurysm. I'll spare you the details, but let's just say scary doesn't cover it. Luckily for my husband (and me and the kids!) someone up there has his back. … Continue reading Role Reversal