Friday, June 20, 2014
Summer vacation growing up meant one thing – traveling up north for two weeks to stay at my family’s trailer which later became a cabin in the woods. The worst thing – riding for three hours in the backseat with my two sisters and the dog with two smoking parents in front and all the windows rolled up, many years with no running water or TV and . . . the outhouse where spiders always hid until after the door was closed. The absolute best was walking to the lake and corner store every day with my cousins . . . unless it rained. Rain meant staying inside with two older sisters, wet dog and smoking parents with nothing to do unless I could talk my mom into making the three mile drive down the highway to ‘town’ where I discovered a lifelong love. The library! It was a musty old building with uneven shelves filled with tattered hardcovers of the classics and Reader’s Digest condensed books. But there was a small section for kids, just in case it rained. I’d load up my arms with those take-me-away adventures – Walter Farley’s Black Stallion series and Trixie Beldon and Hardy Boys mysteries - and read for hours, forgetting about the rain on the roof while I got lost in the pages.
Tuesday, June 17, 2014
I’m happy to introduce Constance Bretes as she celebrates the release of her second contemporary romance, The Last Dig! I haven’t had a chance to explore the pages yet, but doesn’t it look yummy! First, let’s get up close and personal with Connie . . .
Wednesday, June 4, 2014
I just spent the past week moving my 9-to-5 office. In a word, moving sucks. It’s stressful, exhausting, scary, expensive . . . all the things that put my regimented OCD soul into a fight or flight mode and kept me up at night going over every detail and every possible snag. I thrive on routine and predictability. When the word spontaneous comes up, you will not find my face as an example. I will put up with just about anything so as not to rock my same ole same ole world. Case in point, those 24-years of marriage. But sometimes you just gotta move on down the road . . . even if you don’t have Mapquest to provide you with every turn and rest stop.