I'm in one of my periodic spells of just not being able to find a book I like. Believe me, I've tried. I've tried good books - The Book Thief by Markus Zuzak; and bad books - Big Girl, by Danielle Steel. I started Anne of Ingleside by L.M. Montgomery, because I like the Anne series, but even that's failing me. So what's a reader to do?
This isn't the first time this has happened to me. I've had dry spells before. I don't finish books I d
I have fallen into my bad old pattern of not writing, including this blog. It's not that I don't want to - kind of. I like the idea of getting into a book again. Somehow, though, I never get going. I'm not going to use the excuse that I don't have time. I've never had anything but scorn for that excuse. I have the same 24 hours in a day as everyone else, and in the past I managed to complete quite a few books while working another job. The most notable w
So I was at work this morning, and I decided to check the sales ranking for The Rake's Reward. The page loaded and I saw: #100 in the Kindle store. I let out a whoop and started doing the Snoopy dance, which made my co-worker jump. This happened at the circulation desk, mind you. So much for a quiet library.
What a day. I kept checking my rankings throughout the day, and whenever I was out on the floor, getting books from the stacks and pretty cer
That's the easy part. Something will leap out and grab me: a stroll on Newport's Cliff Walk, a line from a Dixie Chicks song, a jumbled dream. In this case, it was the idea of writing a Cinderella story set in Regency times. A real Cinderella story, with a poor relation heroine named Eleanor, a mean aunt, and 2 obnoxious cousins. Then the handsome earl comes along, in disguise, because he wants to survey the estate he's only rece
Sometimes when I walk past the bookshelves at the library where I work, I wonder how the authors did it. Sometimes I look at my own books on the shelves and wonder how I did it. During my hiatus from writing, I had, at most, a wistful longing to be a writer again. I had no desire to try again. No clue as to even how. While I told myself that my creativity couldn't really be gone, and that someday I'd write again, I didn't really believe it. I walked away f
When I’ve published my ebooks, I’ve never set a formal release date. I’ve just put them out there. As I worked on the reissue of my next book, A Summer Folly, it occurred to me that a book about summer should be released on the first day of summer. With that in mind, I set June 21 as the deadline for getting the book out.
It didn’t happen. The trip to California, complete with broken wrist, shot my schedule to hell. I will not belabor that point since I’ve alr
My mother, when she was alive, used to talk about getting old, about how from one year to the next she found herself able to do fewer things. I believed her, but in an abstract way. After all, I could still do pretty much anything. Yes, I was low on energy, but I’ve always been sedentary. And I’d recovered from surgery for TMJ and a hysterectomy just fine; in fact, better than fine, in that I was able to do things faster than anyone expected. Obviously I was a fast
It is an axiom among ebook/indie writers that self-promotion is absolutely necessary for the success of any book. Get on Facebook, Twitter, and other social networks. Keep a blog, maintain a website, send out newsletters. Hold promotions and contests, and make sure everyone always knows what you’re doing, all to get your book noticed. Does it work? To an extent, sure. There are authors who’ve had a great deal of success because of their promotional efforts.&nb
When I was going through my old manuscripts a couple of months back, I came across one that was never published. Facing the Music is my only semi-successful attempt at writing a contemporary romance, before I found my niche as a Regency author. And guess what? It’s not awful. Oh, it’s no masterpiece. While I did have an agent interested, it didn't sell. With experience under my belt, I understand why. For one thing, it doesn't really fit into any category. It's not a traditional category r
I am now officially an indie author. With my books for sale at Amazon for the Kindle, at B & N for the Nook, and at Smashwords, I have become a publisher as well as a writer. Like many another indie author, I check my sales obssessively. So I am happy to announce that I have sold 100 books in April already. Yay!
I met the New Bedford Free Public Library's 50 Book Challenge! Last Monday, April 11, at 11:14 PM, I finished book #50. The date and time are important because I'm in a race. My boss and I are in a competition to see who can finish first. Since she was on vacation this week she had a time advantage over me. However, I was a few books ahead, so I *think* I won. And what are the stakes of this competition? Pizza for her, if she wins; chocolate cake for me.
I hate the first day of Daylight Savings. I'm never quite sure what time it is. Let's see, I woke up at 8, but it was really 9. Or the clock says it's 6 and it's time for supper, but my body thinks it's 5 and isn't hungry. I seem to be playing catch-up all day. Thank God it's always a Sunday, at 2 AM, or I don't know what I'd do.
That 2 AM thing has always bothered me. Last fall, when we switched back to Standard Time, I was awake, looking at
Several years ago, someone in an Internet group challenged herself to read 50 books. That idea caught on with other people in her group. Soon, the 50 Book Challenge became known far beyond this little Internet community, into the wider world of ordinary readers, including me.
I read a lot, and I read fast. 50 books in a year is nothing for me. For the last 3 years I've challenged myself to read 150, which I have yet to do. Still, I keep going. Thi
I liked my old computer. I really did. I liked Windows XP, the full-sized keyboard, and floppy disks. I didn't like it when it got that virus that almost crashed the hard drive. Fortunately my computer repairman managed to fix it, and even find some extra space on the drive. By then I'd decided, though, to buy a new machine, a cute little laptop. The desktop was almost 4 years old, ancient in computer years, and the drive was almost full. It was time.
Sometimes seemingly unrelated events come together in surprising ways, so that what happens next almost seems inevitable. It's called synchronicity. The first time I heard the word, I had just gotten the contract for my knitting mysteries. A friend of a friend was going to go to a wool festival in Connecticut, where her friend was having a booth. I'd never heard of such a thing, but a few weeks later I found myself in a damp, drafty barn somewhere in the country, in a hea
3 years ago this past Thursday (Jan. 27), I was sitting in front of my computer, trying to write and failing miserably. I had a deadline coming up in less than a week for 6 chapters, and I'd barely written 2. I could not, for the life of me, write a coherent sentence. Writing, the thing I'd once loved to do, the thing that had once defined me, had deserted me.
It was a miserable Sunday. I'd planned to write all weekend, but you know what happens when you have
You may have heard of the Red Hat Society. It's a nationwide organization of women of a certain age, who get together occasionally for fun events, wearing purple dresses and red hats. The inspiration for the group comes from a poem called "Warning," the first lines of which are:
"When I am an old woman I shall wear purple,
"With a red hat that doesn't go, and doesn't suit me."
The poem goes on to detail other outrageous things
Last spring I was perfectly content with my make-up routine. I didn't have one. When I did gussy up, I was happy with my Mary Kay and my Cover Girl and my no-name products. Then I looked at the MK foundation and decided the color wasn't right. Hmm. A few years ago I went to the Clinique counter, I thought. Maybe I should do that again. Well. You can guess what happened. Turns out I also needed this, that, and that. But what the heck. I'm worth it.
Are you a Project Runway fanatic? (if not, skip this post). God knows we are. We watch every episode On Demand as they're available, again and again. We own all the other seasons on DVD, and watch them again and again, unless there's an NCIS marathon. When we were in New York, we made a Project Runway pilgrimage. First stop, in a downpour, to Bryant Park, where, until this season, Fashion Week was held. Then, in the fashion district, to Parson
We have had two new feline arrivals here at the Queendom. HRH Dimitri and HRH Alexandra have arrived. Dimitri (aka Dimka) is a long haired gray tiger, and Alexandra (Sasha) is black with a white chest and paws. HRM Puffy, Queen of the house, is still Not Amused, even after 2 weeks. She’s over her sulks, but she is taking these usurpers on sufferance. They harass her, take her food, and generally make her life difficult at times. Still, they are the nicest of kittens, and while the Palace is in a
Librarians are nuts. When I tell people this, I get polite, disbelieving smiles. Everyone knows librarians wear sensible shoes, hair pulled back into severe buns, reading glasses hung on a chain, and a permanent scowl. The truth is, we're generally nice people who try to be polite and helpful. There's a reason we're nuts. It's our patrons, the people we serve.
There's something about being a librarian that tends to make people confide in us, like barte
What is the color of October? If you answered the obvious, glorious orange and red foliage, and crystal blue skies, of course you're right. But the real color of October is Pink. October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month. Thanks to the work of such organizations as the Susan G. Komen Foundation, a lot more is generally known about breast cancer than in the past - and a lot more strides are being made to cure this disease. During my last visit to Providenc
Yesterday was John Lennon's 70th birthday. OMG, I feel old. I can remember when he said, "Never trust anyone over 30." Yet if he were still alive, my guess is that he'd be as driven and conscientious as ever, and still composing great music. "Imagine" the thoughts he gave us over the years: give peace a chance, love is all you need, war is over if we want it. But of all the subjects he wrote about, there is one you never hear celebrated.
Hey, all. I've decided to keep this blog in the hopes of keeping up with all my friends, past and present. I use Facebook, but it's just not enough. I write long, and a 400+ word entry just doesn't cut it. I have what I think is a unique point of view on things, and I believe that it's better to laugh at what life throws at you than to cry - at least, in retrospect. The most interesting thing in life is people, and boy, do I come across them every day. So