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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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My Favorite Blogs and Websites
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
The Husband Checklist
Professor Kennedy's Ghost
The Baby Contract
Almost On My Own
The Stone City
Daddy's Little Girls
The Dog Next Door
New job, new attitude, new WIP
Finished at last!
Out of print, but not out of circulation!
Grace Tyler: Why I love animals
What I've Learned
Precious little angel
Kissed any frogs lately?
A great read!
Big news! My paperback is now available directly ...
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Always the First to Go
I've lost three more pounds. These have been the most significant so far, because now my clothes don't fit right. Why? Instead of my blouses revealing a subtle hint of cleavage, my bra strap is showing and the HINT of cleavage is a pretty darn generous flash. My shirts are too big. That's right, the chest area (read your own favorite euphemism for breast) is always the first to shrink.
My legs are shrinking, but I can't get smaller pants yet, because I've got to whittle down my waist first. However, I can buy smaller bras and shirts.
Who made up these rules? I have to wear elephant pants (the butt sags and is all wrinkly) until I do about 2 million situps, but I can go buy a smaller bra now. Oh joy.
Where did the time go?
I won't apologize. What would be the point?
It's been a turribibble month. Tough. Hard. Rocky.
I'm down 10 pounds and just fighting not to gain them back, as I don't have the wherewithall to stay on my program right now.
I have chronic depression. Sometimes it's controlled. Sometimes it's controlled well. Other times it's just this side of institutionalization. And that's where I've spent the past month. (I'm only exaggerating a tiny bit.)
Thank Heaven for great family and friends. Thank you all.
Off to the doctor to talk about different medication. Sigh.