Thank goodness for My Sexy Saturday. Without its weekly posts, this blog would get none of my attention at all. Does it matter that I’m waist-deep in the first draft of my third Love and
Er … don’t get the wrong idea. There’s only one Wild Boy, actually. I just couldn’t resist the chance to misappropriate another ’80s song title for a blog post. (Like The Escape Club, I’m living
I’ve never liked the number 13. And I’m not alone. According to Wikipedia, the Stress Management Center and Phobia Institute in Asheville, N.C., estimates that 17 to 21 million Americans are affected by a fear of this
When I decided I wanted to join the ranks of indie publishing last spring, my initial plan was to release my first book, OPERATION SNAG MIKE BRAD, around my birthday in October. I thought having
Four days after signing a contract for DIVA IN THE DUGOUT, I’m still riding the high that comes with a first sale. But in the quieter moments (read: when I’m not jumping like a maniac
To celebrate the sale of DIVA IN THE DUGOUT to Turquoise Morning Press, I’m digging deep for this week’s My Sexy Saturday blog hop. The rules are simple: Post 7 paragraphs or 7 sentences or
The Call, when it finally came, didn’t happen the way I expected it to. Does anyone’s? Rather than arriving with the ring of my phone, my call happened on the click of a mouse. I
Wow. Long time, no blog, eh? It’s been too long since I jumped into Six Sentence Sunday, so here goes. When last we left Dave and Melinda, they’d just started making out. Terrible place to
Wow. With this weekend’s entry, I’ve completed a month of Six Sentence Sunday offerings. Let’s see if I can end the month with a bang, shall we? These six sentences pick up after Mel watches
I was totally bummed to find out last Sunday’s Six Sentence Sunday link was broken. I’ll try not to let that happen again. This week’s submission is again from “Diva in the Dugout.” Soon after