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Category: Writing Process

Connections and Cover Reveal

How do we connect with others? What kind of connection do we crave? What kind of connection are others satisfied with?

When it comes to writing romance, especially sweet romance, there is so much of the story that is about connection. Since I don’t utilize sex to demonstrate vulnerability and intimacy, I instead rely on all of the ways people connect before they reach that level. But even after we find the one and are in a long term committed relationship, we still have to connect with our spouse in order to keep that relationship and bond strong.

Picture Moments

For the past eight years I’ve been trying to figure out what it is about Just Ella that resonates with my readers. Because it does. More so than any of my other books, Just Ella seems to get the job done in a way that I haven’t been able to repeat. My debut novel is still my most popular. Of all the book sales this month and for most month that don’t come directly after a new release, Just Ella will outsell all the others.

2021 Ended

The end of another year.

I’m constantly reminding myself to take a chill pill each time I remember that I went an entire calendar year without publishing anything.

I wish I was faster. I do. But, I keep reminding myself that it’s okay that the schedule is different this time, because I’m doing things a little differently on purpose. Yes, you’ll have to wait longer between my last release and my next, but once I release my next book…You’ll get a mini flood of books from me.

At Summer’s End

This summer has been…I’m not sure how to describe it. Maybe that’s because the last week has chewed me up and spit me out. If I were more clear headed it would be easier to just label it as busy. It was certainly that. We went. We did. We traveled. We camped. We visited. We were visited by others.

There was lots of family. Lots of friends. Lots of time with our kids in different places.

There were beautiful highs and horrifying lows. It was a summer packed full of busy living. Maybe it was too much for a homebody like me.