Omigod, you guys, it’s that time of year again—the Chick Lit Chat HQ Holly Jolly Hop is coming! Head on over to Facebook and join the hop now! The hop starts on Monday, December 7, and runs through Saturday, December 12. More than 60 authors will be giving away fabulous prizes, plus there are a bunch of big prize packs you just have to see to believe!Read the rest of this entry
Definitely a busy Valentine’s Day…for romcom writers, that is. And—oh hey, lookit that—I happen to be one! So get on in here and get the rundown! Read the rest of this entry
Sorry about the earworm! But I always say what’s mine is yours, and I had it first. I must share! Anyway, I’m hopping in to let you know there’s a hippie-to-the-hip-hip Happily Ever After Hop going on over at Chick Lit Chat HQ on Facebook! In other words, there is loot, people, and lots of it. You must visit! Read the rest of this entry
Yes! I knew you did! And if you said no…I don’t believe you. Admit it…to the great intertubes, to yourself, to the cupcakes. You know you want ’em. And I know where you can get some…fo’ free! Read the rest of this entry
No, I am not messing around when I say WIN STUFF! I’m participating in Chick Lit Chat HQ’s Second Annual Holly Jolly Chick Lit Hop on Facebook, along with 60-some-odd other chick lit and romcom authors, and we are giving away a ton of stuff, baybee! Read the rest of this entry
Whaaaat? Jayne’s alive? REALLY? Yes, really! Sorry about the radio silence for the past several months, but a few tiny things have taken up much of my time, like…oh…completely upending my life and moving to a new house and getting a job and and and…yeah. Read the rest of this entry
Welcome to the #ChickLitMay Book Boyfriend Blog Hop, brought to you by Chick Lit Chat, where you get to vote for your favorite book boyfriend—not just for fun, but for PRIZES! (Woop woop!) Details later. Let’s talk about book boyfriends first!
UPDATE: We have winners! More woop! Read the rest of this entry
So. 2017, eh? That shouldn’t be a difficult concept to grasp. Coming year, fresh start, New Year’s resolutions, long-term plans. But for those of us who are having a hard enough time wrapping our minds around something more immediate…like…oh, I don’t know…tomorrow, maybe, or even a couple of hours from now…”next year” and its goals can be a big scary monster we’d prefer to pretend isn’t lurking in the bedroom closet. Long-term plans? I cannot even. Read the rest of this entry
I love Julie Valerie’s topic for her blog hop this month. Libraries! Avid writers/readers like me are passionate about libraries! And I’ll bet anything we have similar warm memories of the place—devouring everything in the juvenile section, from Go Dog Go to Judy Blume; discovering our genre of choice that we actually ended up writing as adults, like romance or mystery; meeting our friends there; spending rainy afternoons wandering through the stacks. We can all expound on the feeling of being surrounded by thousands of volumes, the smell of old books, the crinkling sound of the clear plastic covers protecting the hardbacks, the nice (or mean) librarian who always seemed to be behind the counter, the thunk of the card reader.
So, to avoid repeating a tale every library lover knows by heart, I’ll tell you about the time I became a fugitive from a library. In a foreign country. Read the rest of this entry
I was a member of a book club once. It was a glorious five minutes.
I live in a very small village that’s best described as pretty much entirely unlike the idyllic Stars Hollow from Gilmore Girls. It’s the Upside Down of Stars Hollow, in fact. No quirky neighbors, not many cute shops, very few fun events. Knitathon for charity? Newp. Picnic basket auction? Nuh-uh. (And don’t even get me started on the sad lack of hunky Luke types.)
Needless to say, when a friend invited me to join a book club, I exclaimed, “There’s a book club?!” and said yes without hesitation. What a rush—a circle of educated, intelligent women spanning the ages of late-thirtysomething through seventysomething, all eager to discuss literature instead of, well, one another/their friends/their relatives/their neighbors—all of those categories overlap, by the way—which is pretty much the official village sport. Read the rest of this entry