Tag: My Mother’s Chamomile

NaNoWriMo No No…For Now, At Least

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!…

Building a Hype Army

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…

The Book I Want To Read

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…

3 Reasons to Read My Mother’s Chamomile

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….

Toot Toot — Or, My Least Favorite Part of the Job

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…

All the TEARS!

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…

3 Out of 3 Reviewers Agree

  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…

10 Days

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…

Quaking in my Boots

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….

Tour of a Funeral Home

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…

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