My mother would be proud
While celebrating my Golden Heart® finalist status in one of many phone calls over the weekend, my friend Pat said something that made me tear up a little. She said my mother woul
Still on Cloud Nineteen
Yeah, I’m saying there has to be something higher than Cloud Nine, and I’m on it. I am a 2011 Golden Heart finalist. I’ve been fielding congratulatory calls, twee
The Golden phone call
My phone woke me up — and this time, it was THE call … well, the call that I’m a Golden Heart finalist, at least. “Beauty and the Ballplayer” finaled in t
Countdown is on
I’m sure I’m not the only one counting down the days hours until Golden Heart finalist calls go out. To keep my nerves at bay, I’ve been checking in with the gals
Mom doesn’t always know best
If your mother was anything like mine, she dispensed tons of advice: Sit up straight … Don’t go outside with a wet head or you’ll catch a cold … and NEVER stop at a rest ar
Changing for the better?
The English language is constantly growing and evolving. What’s that? You already knew that? Well, so did I. But for some reason, this not-so-surprising thought whapped me up
Riding the whirlwind
Today just might go down as the highlight of my writing career to-date. It could be the start of something big. Today, I was one of the lucky 125 entrants selected to submit to the
I’ve been doing it wrong?
No, not IT it. But I just found out I’ve been taking the wrong approach to query writing. A friend and I recently exchanged query letters. Keep in mind that I’ve writte
Wellspring of ideas
Ever wonder if your wellspring of ideas will dry up? I do. The thought hit me tonight: When I finish the first draft of my WIP, what’s next? Of course there will be finding v
Baby, you can drive my car
Someone could — maybe even should — write a dissertation on what heroes’ cars say about them. The idea came to me over the weekend, while the Boyfriend and I were gabbing