Kindle Sampling The hunt for some reading magic…. Years ago, when I first started blogging, I would occasionally write about books I had read or was reading. I was, after all, a reader before I became an author, so it was natural for me to write about what I was reading. But two unfortunate side
Every now and again, I become delusional about what I can and what I can’t do. It’s not like I’m incompetent. I have managed to stay married for 37 years, and done it without lopping off my–or anyone else’s–body parts. I’m a mom and an author. I have a functioning level of competence. I have
One of the great pleasures of my reading life has been to collect (or glom) books by favorite authors. Sometimes it can take a LONG time to acquire all an author’s books. If the books are out of print, they can be quite expensive, or just plain not available, though having online access opened up
…knocked me down and kicked me around! And it’s only the second day. But I am making a rally and popping in to post the winner of the June, AnaBanana Gift Card. (drum roll please). And the winner is: Jacqueline Seewald! Congratulations, Jacqueline! I know you will LOVE the yummy stuff! The commenting love
…and other incomprehensible social media jargon. I thought I’d done my bat crap crazy blog, but–during an exchange of social media information with some authors–I realized that one can never be done with bat crap crazy while one can still draw breath. I made the comment in the blog title to my sister, “I got a Klout
I am very (fictionally) adventurous. One of the great things about being an author is that you get to take virtual journeys with your characters. Note that they are virtual, and to those who ask if my characters are like me, the correct answer would be that they are waaay braver than I am. But
The Sun, the hearth of affection and life, pours burning love on the delighted earth. Arthur Rimbaud The closest I came to anything “midsummer” growing up was Shakespeare. And back then, I didn’t know why it made them all bat crap crazy. My experiences with the sun were limited to burns from, and being told
One of my darling nieces coined this phrase soon after an unfortunate intersection occurred between her gastic system and a nasty virus, resulting in the repeated hurling of her cookies. Now during said hurling, she would have been happy to die, but once survival was assured, she decided that’s not the way she wanted to
I do not remember the moment I became a reader. I wish I did. I wish I remembered the book that made me love reading. Maybe it wasn’t a book. Maybe I was born that way. My parents and my grandparents are/were readers, so it could be in my genes. Both parents would read to
I was out in the truck on a lunch run when the radio news update reminded me that June 1st is the official start of the hurricane season (we’re already two letters down in storm names, so a tropical something jumped the gun). For some reason this reminded me of a column I wrote back
