Wednesday, July 23, 2014
Tuesday, July 22, 2014
Monday, July 21, 2014
Slim to None
Anywhere But Here
Winging It: A Memoir of Caring for a Vengeful Parrot Who's Determined to Kill Me
Accidentally on Purpose (written as Erin Delany)
Compromising Positions (written as Erin Delany)
I'm Not the Biggest Bitch in this Relationship (I'm a contributor)
And these shorts:
Idol Worship: A Lost Week with the Weirdos and Wannabes at American Idol Auditions
The Gall of It All: And None of the Three F's Rhymes with Duck
Naked Man On Main Street
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Sunday, July 20, 2014
|Isle of Palms SC|
|Maui - 2012|
Saturday, July 19, 2014
Friday, July 18, 2014
Thursday, July 17, 2014
I love it because of its promise.
Kira Shepherd Blair’s older sister Neve died eighteen years ago at River Bend Park, on the night of the 1996 Marietta High School senior prom, and Kira is still mired in feelings she can’t resolve. So much of her life has been shadowed by Neve, from the adolescence she spent banished from the family spotlight because Neve was so greedy for it, to the bad marriage she made at twenty-one because she and her parents needed the security and the promise of a future, after Neve’s tragic death.
Kira is working to make a good life for herself and her ten-year-old son Jake after her divorce and is finally starting to feel that she’s getting on track, when Neve’s high school boyfriend Casey “Jay” Brown comes back to Marietta and turns everything upside down.
Casey has never known in his heart how much he was to blame for what happened to Neve that night, but when he and Kira are forced to work together at the renowned Haraldsen Architectural Foundation in the foothills of the Absaroka Mountains, she leaves him in no doubt as to her opinion on the issue.
That’s how you stop being angry at someone when they’re gone. You channel your anger onto the man you hold responsible, the man who’s right here, no matter how heart-stoppingly gorgeous he is.
Wednesday, July 16, 2014
Tuesday, July 15, 2014
Monday, July 14, 2014
|Walters Art Museum|
The idea had come to me in a dream one night. It was after a visit to the British Museum, although as far as I know my imaginary necklace is unique. When I scribbled down the details next morning (I knew keeping a notebook beside the bed was a good idea!) I didn't realise this would pose any sort of problem. It's only now, when I'm going to be working with a cover artist, that I've discovered a big problem. I can't find pictures of anything online that remotely resembles the pictures inside my head.
The closest I've come to it is the beautiful Byzantine necklace you can see here (above). Unfortunately, it's more likely to have been worn by Elena in my latest release, Jewel Under Siege, than by Julia from Ancient Rome. All this has made me think twice about the things to include in my next book. Online, images are everything. If a picture can't be produced, a piece lacks impact. Bright Danger will definitely have a suitable picture on the cover, but how closely it fits with my idea is something that will need work.
I wish now I'd found a picture to write about, rather than relying on pure imagination. I'm not keen on the idea of sorting out loads of royalty-free images for an inspiration board before I start writing my next book. It might take away all the spontanaeity. On the other hand, I might come across something unexpected which fires my imagination. Don't you love being distracted like that, when you should be looking for something else entirely?
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Sunday, July 13, 2014
Let's just say, it's a story that I longed to tell even though I knew it wouldn't fit easily into any publisher's guidelines.
And it's been just over a month since it's been released. I'm so thrilled that readers seem to be responding to it.
I think they can relate because almost everyone has experienced some profound loss that fundamentally alters their world. Almost everyone understands that kind of pain. And if we're lucky, we've all had friends who've stepped in and helped us through those dark times.
I have a friend like that. When we lost my mother-in-law, who was also one of my best friends, I called Lori. She lives in Alaska now, but at the time she was living in Virginia and was on her way home from visiting Alaska. She got off the plane in Virginia, got in her car and drove to Pennsylvania to be here.
So I wrote a book with that kind of friend. The kind who would throw everything aside in order to lend a shoulder.
I wrote the book I longed to write, not sure that it would ever come out from under my 'bed.' I was so very lucky to find editors who understood my vision and embraced the book, despite the fact it was an unusual romance. And I've been so very lucky to find so many readers who could relate to my heroine's going through. So many who understood having a friend who had your back, offered a shoulder and kicked your butt when you needed it.
It's been a month since Just One Thing hit the shelves. For me it's been a month of just one lovely thing after another. And I want to thank everyone who's given the story a try. I've had so many touching emails from people who've understood, related with, and embraced Lexie and Sam's journey.
The last month has been filled with very good moments!
Saturday, July 12, 2014
What about you? Have you read a particular book that helped you through a bad time? Or is there one you turn to again and again knowing it will cheer you up when you’re feeling down? I hope so.
Friday, July 11, 2014
I think this might be a companion piece for my May column about how much I love stationery. Sort of the horror version of the story! Well, horror for any paper product within reach, anyway!
I'm currently clearing out years and years of junk/treasures as I prepare the house to go on the market at the end of the year. Last month I shared a gorgeous childhood book I found. I suspect there will be more than one blog here about the joys of packing up after years in one place! And I use "joys" ironically.
I'd never used a shredder before and I have to say in my naivety, I imagined I was getting something whose joys would be purely practical. But I've since discovered that there's something mind-bogglingly satisfying about munching up the detritus of years (and it is years - I've got electricity bills here in Mum and Dad's paperwork that I swear go back to before they invented electricity!). It's a fabulous stress release, works out any aggression, and leaves you with a wonderful sigh of satisfaction to rival the end of a great romance novel.
|The fruits of my labors - boxes of shredding ready for the recycling!|
Well, the machinery is rather noisy but that's part of the fun. And it heats up fairly quickly so I have to be careful not to love my darling to death.
And oh, my goodness, is my house covered in a mixture of paper dust and little curly white worms of paper. The vacuum cleaner has been out a LOT lately.
|Danger! Danger! Shredding in process!|
Do you own a shredder? Do you have fun with any of your office equipment? Should I seek counselling over my new obsession?
Thursday, July 10, 2014
When I was growing up, the boys of summer were baseball players. And we watched a lot of baseball in my family.
When my kids were growing up, they played a lot of baseball – on the street and in leagues – especially our oldest son who seems to have inherited what we have referred to as “the baseball gene.” The apples didn’t fall far from his tree, either. All four of his boys play baseball. Not just in the summer, either. Even in Iowa they somehow manage to play all year round.
Most summers, too, we either tune in early or set the DVR and record the Tour de France. Those ‘boys of summer’ are exciting to watch, too. Talk about endurance and stamina and sheer guts just for riding in such close confines where road rash and broken bones are a split second away.
They provide daily examples of focus and determination and a lot of those ‘heroic’ qualities that I look for in my heroes. I haven’t ever written a bike racer, but Freya North did some years back. Very entertaining.
It is, too, a lovely way to see a lot of France – which is quite gorgeous, especially on an HD TV. Sometimes I find myself watching for the geographic scenery, not just for the men!
And this summer, of course, there has been the World Cup to watch. Not regularly ‘boys of summer’ – at least not in their club football – but every four years we get to watch the national teams who have qualified battle each other for soccer/football supremacy.
Again, stamina, endurance, and determination are on display for the better part of a month. Not to mention the sheer physical spectacle of very fit men in shorts. I’ve had a hard time focusing on my revisions. I keep getting distracted!
If you haven’t bothered until now, you still have plenty of opportunity to get into the Tour de France. It’s still in the first week. The World Cup Final ends this weekend, so you can catch the top two teams, Germany and Argentina, kicking it out on Sunday afternoon (in the US and South America), on Sunday evening in Europe, and sometime in the middle of the night the following day if you’re down under.
Worth a look!
Do you watch sports? Which ones? Feel free to add to my list of revision-avoidance activities.
(soccer photo: Erik Daniel Drost, Flickr, wikimedia commons)
Wednesday, July 09, 2014
Covers are so important, aren’t they? For books and magazines they are the first meeting between publisher and reader and do a lot to entice readers to buy the book—or at the least pick it up.
|Roses go well on the covers of gardening magazines (these are from my garden)|
|You have to plan ahead for cherries on a food magazine cover (also from my garden)|