As I write this, I’m flying home from a three-day reunion with my two older sisters. My husband did not want me to go. “Why put yourself through traveling right now?” he said. “You’re in terrible shape.” Truth be told, at the moment, I’m not feeling so hot. I’m ten days away from spinal surgery…
Read MoreThe writing life has plenty of ups—those days when the words tumble out like Niagara Falls, the moment you type “The End” on a manuscript you’ve labored over for months, and that “yes” from a publisher. But there are also some downs—when it feels like your word faucet is on the fritz, or a rejection…
Read MoreAt six AM last Saturday morning, I packed up my suitcase of books and SWAG (bookmarks, cookies, etc.), loaded my car, and travelled eighty miles to participate in a book fair. The fair coordinator told us authors she was expecting a big turnout. We needed to have at least ten copies of each of our…
Read MoreThe other day, a dear friend called to tell me he’d just finished Leisha’s Song and loved it. Music to a writer’s ears, of course, but I was especially touched when he told me that he wished more high school boys would read the book: “Cody is such a great boyfriend,” he said. “What a…
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