Congratulations!!!

Finally, Blogger is cooperating!

I would like to extend a huge congratulations to all the Golden Heart finalists, with a Special Shout-out to Passion's Slaves own


Pamela Bolton-Holifield/LOUISA CORNELL for LOST IN LOVE


It's a brilliant story, Pam, and we wish you every success!

Spring!

This is spring in our neck of the woods. We'll move straight from ice storm warnings to "cleaning parties", as in "Hurry up and clean the downstairs--we're under a tornado watch and we'll have all the neighbors over later."

The kids straighten. . . . I make nachos. It's good to have crunchy foods during a storm.

Has anyone spied their first flower of spring yet? Our hyacinths are blooming, and the yard smells lovely.

A Blessed Easter

This is my favorite Easter book; I don't think you need children in the house to fall in love with the story or the illustrations (although children are a lovely excuse to read it over and over).

In this season of hope, I love the simple, powerful theme: Never give up on your dreams.

I hope everyone has a peaceful Easter weekend.

Happy St. Patrick's Day!

This is how we roll at this house. Cartoons, anime, and Robin Hood rule!

Hope a bit of the Irish brightens your Monday.

More Moon....

Here are four more. These show the shadows much better, although I prefer the reddish pictures.

Goodnight, Moon

The eclipse, photographed in White River Junction, VT., by my very talented husband. How beautiful.....

A Little Obsession Never Hurt Anyone

I know it's time to post something new, something timely, something clever....

But I'm in revisions.

Now I've been in revisions for a while. But as I consistently keep learning things I never knew I needed to learn in order to write this book, it is taking a while. That's life, I suppose. I keep my thin thread of patience from snapping by reminding myself that the second book shouldn't---couldn't----damn well won't take as long as the first.

So I'm here. . . I'm just so busy pondering and dreaming and polishing To Seduce the Scholar (yet another twist on a title, something I will SO gladly leave to the editors when the time comes) that it's difficult for me to think of anything else.

I haven't forgotten a child yet. . . I suppose that's something.

Does anyone else wander through grocery isles while visualizing new--amazingly clever!-- chapter hooks in their head, only to leave the store (again) without the one thing they came for?
Do all writers eat the same four meals? Has your family plotted a revolt yet? Inquiring minds want to know.