Thirty years ago, there was an earthquake in San Francisco. It was a big one. Not THE big one, but a pretty big one. The bay bridge collapsed. A freeway fell. Lot’s of fire and mayhem. I was out and about with my husband (then boyfriend) on are way to Payless Shoes so he could
There’s this thing writers can do to boost sales. It’s called begging. Joking. Seriously, a book blitz is a great way to get your book in front of a wider audience. I started this blitz journey when Got Mine was selected for a Book Bub featured deal. I read an article once about a woman
It’s been awhile cause I’ve been busy doing busy writer shit. That’s a joke…kind of. New Release: I did finish the first novel in my next series. As per usual, it is nothing like I’ve written before. It’s a new adult sexy dad thing. Not quite a romance. Not really a comedy. Although the early reviews
I suck at self-promotion. I don’t feel like doing another blog tour. So, I had the brilliant idea to host a Rafflecopter Giveaway this week. CLICK HERE TO ENTER All you have to do is like my Facebook Author page or follow me on Twitter (or both) for a chance to win a $25 Amazon gift
I was supposed to write a blog today. But I just spent the last 3 nights in Vegas. My flight home was delayed FOUR HOURS. Then I ate Wingstop for lunch. So, I’m going to die now.
I hate when people ask how many books I’ve sold. I tell them I don’t know. Because I truly don’t. I got a very, very small royalty check from Amazon last month and I was like YES! People actually paid money for my book! If I didn’t write I’d probably smoke crack. I don’t know,
In the Big Chill Jeff Goldblum plays writer and he’s asked what his novel is about. He says, “I’m going to write about this weekend.” Glenn Close asks, “What were you going to write about before?” He says, “Last weekend.” That is by far my favorite line of the entire movie. In fact, it might be
Good News first. So, I received good news this week. Actually is was fucking awesome news. That I can’t even share because it’s kind of, sort of top secret up until it isn’t. I don’t even know why I’m writing this here, except to just say that I’m really really really exicted. Audiobooks. Holy fuck.
I wrote this haiku:
“Paragraph or verse.
I string together my words.
Meaningful and terse.”