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I am a romance writer. That's not easy to say. Most people have preconceived notions about romances, and the people who write them. Let me tell you! Writing isn't for sissies. I got my first rejection in April 2004. That makes me a professional. In what other field are you considered a "professional" when you don't get called back for a second interview?
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His and Hers Dalmatians Moonlit Romance April 2008
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Bronwyn Parry, Author & Golden Heart Winner! Crystal Jordan, Author Kate Rothwell, Author Laura Hamby, Author Tori Scott, Author Nell Dixon, Author Denise Patrick, Author Valerie Parv, Australia's Queen of Romance Joanna Sandsmark, Dog and Kitty Author!!! Elisa Adams, Author Sharon Cullen, Author Meg Allison, Author Michelle Styles, Author Julie Cohen, Author Becca, Writer and People Watcher Sally Lawton, Playwright & Author Ainsley MacQueen, Author Jennie Adams, Author Cindy K Green, Author Bronwyn Storm, Doggy Author!!!
Works in Progress
Winter Miracles
The Husband Checklist
Resurrection
Professor Kennedy's Ghost
Everyday HeroThe Baby ContractAlmost On My OwnThe Stone CityDaddy's Little GirlsSkin DeepThe Dog Next Door
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April 2006
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Thursday, November 09, 2006
Contemplative:Change of Season In September, it was rather cold around here. 30-40's. Since then, it's been unseasonably warm. The kids didn't have to wear coats to go trick-or-treating. Yesterday it was over 60 degrees. Today, winter's bite stings the skin. The wind tumbles masses of leaves from the trees, hurrying them down the street. Their beauty paints the landscape in seas of reds, golds, yellows, and browns. The first burst of fall as the world surrenders to the call of sleep. The change of season is nature's lesson on life. At least for me. Surrender is difficult, but it can be beautiful, just as the piles of discarded leaves on my neighbor's lawn are beautiful. One season makes way for the next, but no season can claim forever victory. Even winter and death must make way for the rebirth of spring. Last year when I discovered I was expecting that sweet little girl pictured here, my life entered a new season. I thought I was done with that stretch of motherhood, and I gloried in the prospect of having my days to myself, embarking on a creative and productive period. It was not yet time. I had to surrender to the realization that I would be doing diaper duty. Not sleeping. Not writing as much as I wanted to, not subbing to publishing houses. Not Getting Published. It was a bitter surrender. But now I glory in the joy of my little girl as she takes her first steps. Learns the meaning of the word "no" and throws a tantrum. Rocks her baby and sings to her. And my season of Self will come as one joy makes way for another.
Posted at 11:15 AM by Grace Tyler
 
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