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It’s November. You know that already, don’t you? What you might not know is that November is National Novel Writing Month (a.k.a. NaNoWriMo). A bunch of crazy people take this 30 days to write a 50,000 word novel to completion. Madness, I tell you!… Continue Reading “NaNoWriMo No No…For Now, At Least”
My Mother’s Chamomile has been out for about 6 months. Hooray! So. Um. Why am I assembling a Hype Army right now? The book’s already out. People have read it. I’ve obtained fame and fortune…right? Well. Not the fame and fortune part. I’m not… Continue Reading “Building a Hype Army”
I’m near the end of my edits for A CUP OF DUST (my novel in progress). Thus far I have bled 7 purple pens dry and used 3 yellow legal pads full of paper. I can’t even come close to guessing how many cups… Continue Reading “The Book I Want To Read”
I saw a friend the other day at Starbucks. He happens to have written the #1 helpful review of Paint Chips. He told me that he hasn’t read My Mother’s Chamomile. Then he asked me why he should read it. What a great question.… Continue Reading “3 Reasons to Read My Mother’s Chamomile”
I love writing. When the ideas pop into my head. When I get a sentence just right. The editing. The rewriting. Days of daydreaming. Research. I love my job. Well. Most of it. There’s one part that I don’t particularly enjoy. Marketing. See, my mama… Continue Reading “Toot Toot — Or, My Least Favorite Part of the Job”
Almost daily I get a message that goes something like this… I’m in the middle of reading My Mother’s Chamomile. I want to throw the book at your head. I’m bawling. My face is puffy from my sobbing. My EYES HURT! You’re breaking my… Continue Reading “All the TEARS!”
I read some of my reviews. I know I probably shouldn’t. That mature writers most likely ignore them. But I’m not sure that I’m all that mature. So, I read them. My Mother’s Chamomile has garnered a few so far. Just 3 between… Continue Reading “3 Out of 3 Reviewers Agree”
My mom gave me this mug a few years ago while I was working on a manuscript called Paint Chips. At the time, I doubted the novel would ever find a publisher, let alone an audience. Still, I wrote. And wrote. And wrote. I… Continue Reading “10 Days”
This weekend, I spent a little quality time with the nurses and doctors in the Emergency Room. I wore mismatched socks. They took my blood. It was a great (eye-roll) way to spend the afternoon. Wonky heart. Well. That wasn’t the doctor’s official diagnosis.… Continue Reading “Quaking in my Boots”
The concept for My Mother’s Chamomile popped into my mind when my husband’s grandmother died. I had all kinds of passion for writing a novel about funeral directors. Problem. I knew very little about them. Even less about what went on in the business. To be… Continue Reading “Tour of a Funeral Home”
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