Progress Report for Prodigal, and Cover Reveal

I’m glad to report things are chugging along on Prodigal, the first book in my new thriller trilogy. (No, those are not my hairy arms, but I appreciate the sentiment on the mug.) I’m still bumping up against the occasional tech annoyance, authorizing apps and software and devices that think I have a new computer, but at this rate—since I have Drafting Tunnelvision (don’t forget the booming voice) and only fix things when I absolutely have to—I’ll be clicking “authorize” into the new year. I’m also feeling a little scattered about setting up the editing and other bits and bobs, but Read more…

My No Whining Credo, and Details on the Work in Progress

Last week, I shared some of my tales of woe, particularly of the technological kind. Don’t worry—this week, no more whining! (Although I did get a lot of very kind, positive feedback. Thank you, but remember the signs, people—don’t feed the writer.) I might even put my new credo on a Post-It on my laptop. The laptop I now have possession of—fingers crossed—after an additional multi-day diagnostic. See! This is why I need the Post-It credo, to keep me on the no-whining straight and narrow. To that end, I’m going to peel back the curtain a bit and share why Read more…

Wiping the Slate Clean of Avocados (and Other Stuff)

Still a little scattered here. I’m currently buried in avocados. Metaphorically, not literally. Not quite literally. You know how sometimes you get pulled into one thing (or say, you leave town), and you end so far behind in everything else that you don’t think you’ll ever catch up? That’s me and my husband right now. If you caught last week’s blog post (Shades of Winterport), you’ll know that our travel back to Hawaii hit some thunderstorm-sized speed bumps in Houston, resulting in a missed connection and an extra day of travel. Well, one extra day for us. An extra three Read more…

Shades of Winterport on Vacation, or Why You Don’t Ask a Writer for Directions

Another airport, another Friday blog post. <Glance at calendar> But wait—it’s not Friday; it’s Sunday. Yeah, about that… I actually wrote the following post on an airplane Friday, intending to upload it at the next airport when we landed, but then things got complicated. One of our flights was delayed (while we sat on the tarmac with no internet), which meant we missed our connection at LAX, yada, yada, yada… The short version (I may share a longer version this coming Friday if I haven’t gotten it out of my system yet) is we spent Friday night in Honolulu, made it to Read more…

It Was the Best of Times… And the Other Part, Too

This week’s blog post will be on the brief side, but I have a feeling you’ll forgive me when I tell you I’m writing it in LAX (3 a.m. Hawaii time) on a borrowed computer. (Don’t worry—it’s my husband’s, not some random person foolish enough to nap with their head on a jacket instead of their laptop.) It’s been a crazy week. Let’s start with the Bestest Part, since that’s more accurately Dickensian. I had a BookBub ad this week, which probably doesn’t mean anything to you unless you’re one of the million or so voracious readers on their list. Read more…