I can blow an entire year’s worth of interesting thoughts in one chapter of a book, which could literally be one day in a character’s life. That means I have to sponge up other people’s interesting thoughts. Fortunately, there are lots of other people. Some of them are even friends.
in every romance novel the characters must finally choose love, but all the interim steps toward the essential trust and respect the reader must believe exists are all up to the writer.
Thing is, if I’m going to pay $15 for a book, or $55 for (heavily discounted back of the house) seats for a Vegas show that runs $180 for front row, I expect the creators to have put in more work than a marketing campaign.
With apologies to Edmund White for butchering his opening to Hotel de Dream, I had a great deal of fun going a different direction from his opening line.
It’s a simple question – what could a woman regret so much that she would give up the only happiness that has come her way to make it right?
This week is Thanksgiving here in the United States, a national holiday I’ve always felt was a celebration of food, family and friendship. It’s also a day to be especially thankful for what gifts life has brought.
As most of you know, I’ve recorded chapters from several books using Soundcloud as the host of the free podcasts.
It was weirdly comforting to know she felt things that millions of other women felt. Comforting to think that in the matter of love she might really be … normal.