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Writing and Blogging News!

Hello my peeps!

I am thrilled to be off to Manhattan this week for the annual Romance Writer’s of America conference. I will be meeting new writing buddies, editors, workshopping and learning from the masters so I can be a more prolific writer.

In the meantime, please check out my post at http://4badmommies.com

It’s a good one – about forcing your children to have fun at any cost…let me know what you think!

I also have fantastic news to share…my new novella will be issued early 2012 with Red Sage entitled: Sex, Lies and Contracts. Stay tuned for blurbs and more giveaways and blog fun!

And please help support me by checking out my new short story available on Kindle for only .99 – A Life Worth Living. Donations go to Pets Alive animal shelter who do great work.

Check out the new Romance Trading Card for my current novella, The Tantric Principle. If anyone would like one please drop me a request at romancewriter121@yahoo.com and I will send one out to you.

Thanks to everyone for their support, their humor, and their following!


I attended the RWA National Conference this year.

Inspiration comes in many ways.  There are so many things that can inspire on a daily basis but my favorites come in the forms of “lightbulb” events.  Those are the ones that make a difference.

On a writing scale, I was surrounded for 4 days by people who were both gracious and all talented. Our favorite icons took time away from their own writing to come and inspire others. I learned various information on craft and theme and dialogue. I learned about publicity and marketing. I met with editors, agents and writers. Throughout the whole conference though, there were certain nuggets of inspiration that has made a difference in my career and my life I’d like to share.

Writers inspire me. Writers who work hard. My icons such as Suzanne Brockmann, Jayne Ann Krentz, Susan Elizabeth Phillips, Linda Howard and Nora Roberts are my American Idols in the romance industry. I heard all of them speak, and they each write different type of books and had different advice for both the published and aspiring author but one theme pushed through them all.

Writers write.

They seem to have a pretty glamorous life. NYTimes bestelling authors who have money and fame  and  public adoration. But once you get to the nitty gritty, you realize they do the same thing you are doing every day. They just write. Some for two hours. Some for 4 pages. Some more and some less. The writing is not marketing or revising or editing. Just writing.

Not very glamorous, huh?

More like the commoner such as me.

They all took precious time from their writing to go to the RWA conference. Most of them admitted they stopped attending conferences because it took up too much time. As does blogging. Sure, they pay for a publicist, but they always honored the integrity of the job and their work: they write first. Then everything else comes next.

Nora Roberts  says she is her own boss and mean as a pitbull. There are no sick days or whiney days allowed because this is a “real” job and it doesn’t have many sick days or vacation days. I think once we begin demystifying and realize the most important thing is writing and getting new work on the page, we even the playing field. Nora Roberts had one line to write for when she began. We have many – new markets are actually opened thanks to e-books. I came away with a positive energy from all the editors and lines looking for fresh voices. They want to buy if it’s good. If we write enough, it will be good enough.

 RWA members inspired me. I was lucky enough to hook up with some fabulous women who seemed like my writing soul sisters. We shared wine and laughs and plot and suddenly it didn’t feel so lonely.  Everyone had different stories to tell about the market, or their struggles or their sale. We all had butterflies in our stomach at our pitch – and high fived afterward. These are people from Texas and CA and Atlanta and the Black Hills (shout out to Amy!). They inspired me to keep the friendship going and meet them next year at National. I feel more comfortable reaching out to new authors I admired because they were so happy to talk to me and realize I love their work. Everyone was gracious and enthusiastic and my networking “net” expanded more in these four days than the past year. This inspires me.

Disneyworld inspires me. At the laser show in Epcot, I watched the countries light up one by one. Crowds merged together in awe over the showers of sprinkles dripping from the sky, set to haunting notes of music that made my heart swell in all of the clichés I have ever written. I felt as if we were one in this world, and not separate.

Walt Disney inspired me. My girlfriend was able to do the back tour of Magic Kingdom and told me a beautiful story I need to share. There is a sculpture in Magic Kingdom of Walt with Mickey Mouse. Mickey is pointing down the road at something. If you follow, you will find a bench where Roy, Walt’s brother, sits beside Minnie Mouse. There is a space on the bench that is empty.

Walt Disney knew he was dying and only had a short time left. The story goes like this:

Walt Disney: “Mickey, I’m not going to be here much longer, old buddy. I need to leave but you’re going to be ok.”

Mickey:  “Don’t leave. I want to go with you.”

Walt shakes his head sadly. “No, you can’t come where I’m going, Mickey. But when I leave, I want you to walk over there.”

Mickey turned his head to where Walt gestured and pointed his finger. “Over there?”

 “Yes. Roy is going to take care of you. There’s a spot for you next to him and Minnie on the bench. This will always be your home, Mickey so never be afraid.”

I teared up imagining that scene. Love inspires me.

Books inspire me. When I read something where words sing and romance is hot and plot moves and I go into a fugue state into another time and place – I am inspired.

My children inspire me. They are loving and open to every new thing thrown their way. They may react with fear or trepidation or enthusiasm but they are present for every part of life and it inspires me to create the same present tense type of day for myself. My children make me to look at the world differently and strive to be a better human being.

When Jake was graduating pre-k, the teachers listed what each child stated he/she wanted to be when grown up.  I proudly skimmed through the notes such as firefighter, superhero, astronaut and doctor. When I got to my son’s name it read: Chicken robot. Yep. Chicken robot. My son did not just want a career – he wanted a whole new species.  After the initial rush of laughter and embarrassment, I realized how awesome my son was. Nothing held him back – his imagination and vision was vast and held no boundaries.

Love inspires me. Sacrifices for family, friends or a spouse.  Decisions to give up money and fame to pursue a passionate dream. Being brave to risk your heart being broken. Again. and Again.

Here’s to writing and following our passions and doing the hard work so we can then enjoy the good stuff.

Here’s to good friends who cheer us on even though they have never met us.

Here’s to the endless capacity of the human heart which sometimes disappoints but mostly awes me.

Here’s to inspiration.

Drop me a line and let me know what inspired you.

Choices – Head or Heart?

I have been torn between a choice in the past few months and time is ticking away. Time to make a decision.

My dilemma?

Do I go to the RWA Writer’s conference in Nashville or get a new kitchen floor? 

As in life, the choice is not as simple on the surface as it seems. Most people tell me I’m crazy not to get the floor. The conference is intangible. I am not currently under contract yet to publicize a book. I have no one special to go with me. It costs tons of money that can be used for a variety of other things, including my kitchen floor. Yes, Nora Roberts (bow down here) and Jayne Ann Krentz (another head nod) are my idols and they will be speaking. There is information in the workshops, a literacy booksigning, and the chance to see other writers and network with agents and editors. It’s definitely a good career move, but again, not a make or break kind of deal for this price. Especially since the conference is going to be in New York next year and I can go for much cheaper.

Now – the floor. My three year old has a little game he likes to play with his brother. He chases him around with some sort of object: pirate swords, plastic pitchforks, baseball bats. At one time, he had a large pair of plastic pliars that looked damn scary. Well, this game evolves when he holds a large object – he stands in the kitchen and hits the object against the floor with glee, in anticipation of getting his older brother. Yes, like a caveman holding a club.  So, my cheap tile has cracked a long time ago and we suffer in silence.

My husband is extremely supportive in my goal to make some sort of money with my writing, and though he is not a partner who likes to read all my work or critique me, he does his best to understand when I need to work, and support me in my efforts. So, he told me if that’s what I want to use the money for, he will back me up.

Our summer travel vacations have also booked up fast, and with a family of four, our budget has taken a hit with all the fun things we plan to do with the kids. Including 3 days of my precious vacation time.  Many logical pros and cons. Making a choice with either your head or your heart, and neither is ever wrong, it just is.

So, I finally decided.

I am going to the conference.

After all the wonderful facts and figures and reasons not to go, it came down to one simple thing. I want this. I want to go to this conference and feast on the advice of writers I adore. I want to be with other writers during meals, and buy books with autographs, and bring my laptop to write in any spare time I have. I want to have a conference with an editor or agent and feel nervous and excited at the prospect of the future.  I want to go alone and just sink into this world I love so much and give myself permission for it to be ok. 

And it is ok. Yes, a conference is a few days and a kitchen floor is for life (hopefully). But these few days will remain with me as an experience only I can put a price on. There is too much logic in life sometimes – bills, sacrifices for family, day jobs, and doing a lot of things you don’t feel like doing. But my choice is straight from the heart, the same choice when I am picking up a romance novel to read. Pure emotion and passion and flying. I am going to this conference because my dreams are important, and I am standing up for them. I want my kids to follow their own dreams. I can only teach them the lesson if I am the role model.

I should have known it would be my choice. I can still remember my father telling me as soon as I saved any money, I’d spend it on some travelling adventure or some project that made me feel alive. I may have grown up and made some hard, rational choices as a wife and mom, but the person I am still lives inside of me – that person who screams out to take a chance and do something for myself.

I sent in my conference registration and booked my hotel. I am going with no expectations – just an open mind and heart to live in the experience and get some writing done.

Floors are overrated anyway.