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The One Call Every Writer Wants to Get

I have a book deal with Harlequin.

The day started off like any other Monday. I got up twenty minutes late. Discovered I hadn’t remembered to wash any of my jeans. Then proceeded to search all over the house for a set of keys I had hidden on myself during a weekend cleaning frenzy.

By the time I finished sorting through ten garbage bags filled with coffee grounds, half-rotten vegetables, and empty wine bottles (looking for the same set of keys), I was ready to call it a day.

Oh, and did I mention I was feeling a bit under the weather? And knew I had three impossible deadlines to meet in the next three days?

Yep. Monday mornings don’t get much better around here.

Read the rest on my author’s blog.

Listen To Your Mother Show: Now Live on YouTube!

A little more than two months ago, I took the stage as part of the Indianapolis cast of the Listen To Your Mother Show.

It was a fabulous night full of laughter, tears, and beautiful stories told by a spectacularly talented group of women.

That night, only 300 people were able to hear our stories. But, as of now, anyone in the world can listen in.

The national Listen To Your Mother Show organization just posted the videos for all 24 shows on their YouTube channel. Mine is one of them.

I hope you like it.

I also hope you take the time to listen to (and watch) all of the videos there. Not all at once, of course. But when you find yourself feeling a little down, maybe in need of a little encouragement? Click on over.

There are hours and hours of inspiration waiting for you.

Houston, We Have a Writer.

About a week ago, Tori’s teacher told me that they’d started working with her on her writing. I was surprised, but when I saw her awkward scrawl tracing the letters of her name, I couldn’t help but beam with pride.

Tori traces her name for the first time.

Not exactly calligraphy, but definitely a start.

However, I assumed it would be months before she was ready to write on her own. Months.

So when she picked up her crayons and started drawing on her easel, I didn’t pay much attention when she said, “Mommy, I’m writing my name!”

In fact, I think I said something like, “that’s nice, dear,” before returning my focus to the serious reading I was doing (about witches and vampires in Washington D.C.).

But when I heard her frantic scribbling grow quiet, I looked up (mostly to make sure she wasn’t drawing on the wall or something).

There she stood, her two-year-old forehead wrinkled in concentration, slowly drawing out the letters of her name.

“T….oooooo….rrrrrr….iiii,” she murmured to herself as she worked.

“Look, mommy, Tori!”

And it was. I could actually make out the letters. Still, I thought it must be a fluke.

“I see that. Great job! Can you do it again?” I was sure that she couldn’t.

But she turned back to her easel and promptly began again.

The T looked like a capital T. The O looked like an o. The r was a little shaky, but still an r. And the i was unmistakable, complete with the finishing dot.

Sure, she wrote it vertically, not horizontally, but there it was. Her name. In print.

“Wow. You can write your name! Great job, honey,” I said, frankly astounded.

My next instinct, of course, was to grab the camera (that’s what we mom bloggers do, yes?). But before I could get my phone unlocked and ready to shoot, she was already scrawling over her masterpiece with a glittery crayon, and topping it off with a dinosaur sticker.

My proof of her budding literary genius disappeared.

But I know what I saw. My kid wrote her name.

She still wears diapers, but she can write her name.

I think Keanu Reeves summed it up best back in the day of Bill and Ted:


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