Okay, I screwed up. This entry was supposed to be private and I can’t make it private and…to hell with it. Why? BECAUSE MERCURY RETROGRADE!🤦♀️ Read the rest of this entry
Hi there. So if you’ve been following the adventure that is My Writing Career, you might already know that I took an involuntary break. My last book, Your New Best Friend, came out in 2017. I was thrilled with it, from the cover to the story to the fact that it earned a Publishers Weekly starred review and was a finalist in the RWA Contemporary Romance Writer’s Stiletto Contest. I was itching to follow it up with my next romcom, which was already percolating in my brain. And then what happened? Life, actually. That little stinker.
Yeah, yeah, all right already. Resistance is futile. I caved. I became Borg. I now have a newsletter.
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
Two weeks ago I was spitting nails about the horrible season ender of Sleepy Hollow. Yeah, yeah, spoiler alert. Everyone should know this by now: Abbie Mills, the main character, was killed off. You can read my reaction to it here—I can’t bear to go through it all again.
As is probably apparent in my previous blog post, I was livid at not only the actual choice to kill Abbie off, but also the sheer ineptitude with which it was done. As a writer, I boggled at the ham-fisted fashioning of the season finale (series finale? at this point I hope so)…actually, at the entire trajectory of the show after the creators left at the end of the first season.
I’m still pissed—yes, still! it was that poorly done!—but once I started thinking about the why of it all, my rage got even hotter. So here’s another blog post, rant No. 2. Buckle up, and don’t say I didn’t warn you. Read the rest of this entry