Monday, June 27, 2011

I'm in a New York state of mind!

I'm off to the 2011 RWA National Conference this morning! For anyone else who's going to be there, I'm going to be randomly tweeting my location and anyone who's interested will be able to find me and get a Blood Rights excerpt book that contains the first two chapters. You can follow me on twitter at

Behave while I'm gone! And try to get some writing done, will ya? I'll be doing a little of that while I'm away as well. Carry on!

Saturday, June 25, 2011


Today's Caturday is sponsored by the letter D for determination.

Saturday, June 18, 2011



Wednesday, June 15, 2011

My brush with death

Yesterday we finally had some much needed rain. Along with it came some thunder and lightning, but for Florida, that's pretty typical. Once the storm had passed (or I thought it had passed), I decided to head out for my evening walk.

Unlike most nights I walk, there was no one else out - no dogs getting walked, no kids riding bikes, no people out strolling - but hey, it had just stormed, right? I keep going, already deep into thoughts about my story. See, I like to work out the upcoming scenes while I walk. I get a lot of great ideas while I'm out. It's a process that works well for me.

I'm about ten minutes from the house, when all of a sudden, this massive bolt of lightning cracks through the sky so close to me that my scalp goes all tingly. Like I had ants all over me. The thunder that followed it was deafening.

A few seconds later, the rain starts back up.

Stubborn woman that I am, I decide to keep going (I am already 10 mins from the house. Looping around or headed straight back isn't going to make that big a difference.) Another two minutes goes by and a second massive bolt of lightning. The rain is coming down harder now. And I'm starting to rethink the wisdom of this walk.

A third bolt of lightning and I'm contemplating running. Or will that attract the lightning? Should I walk closer to the palms that line the street or farther away from them? Crap.

Suddenly, a black SUV comes barreling down the street toward me and screeches to a stop by the curb. Hotrod had come to my rescue! He saw/heard the first bolt of lightning and thunder and immediately hopped in the car when I didn't come back inside after it happened.

My hero! The moral of this story? When it storms, stay inside and use the treadmill.

Saturday, June 11, 2011


These are not the laundries you're looking for...

Friday, June 10, 2011

The Power of Small Failures

I'm over at Fictionistas today talking about the power of small failures.

Saturday, June 04, 2011


A rare sighting of parenthetical laser kittens.