Nothing to it? Yeah, right!

Since I plan to eventually move my blog to my website, I’ve posted today’s post over there. 

www.sarahgrimm.com/blog

I hope you’ll head over and check it out. While you’re there, won’t you sign up to follow the blog via Networked Blogs or RS? I’d sure appreciate it. 



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The Key

Story ideas come to me all the time, in many different ways. Sometimes it’s when a character pulls up a chair in my head and begins talking to me, and sometimes, it’s in a dream. The first time I wrote about a young woman and a rock singer (many, MANY years ago) their names were Emma and Joseph and their story came to me in a dream. Although I fell hard for both of these characters, it was apparent right from the beginning that theirs was a story I could never share. Why? Because romance books just didn’t feature heroines with inoperable brain tumors.

I love their story so much…a tale full of pain and happiness, strength and weakness. The story of a woman who dreams of a key – a key to heaven, or so she believes. Turns out it was a key to her future.

The story played out like a movie, from start to finish – one of the most detailed and complicated dreams I’ve ever had. At the end, there was Emma, reading from a journal she had kept through it all. From her initial diagnosis to her first meeting with Joe, from leaving him to their happily-ever-after. A highlight reel of sorts: the good and the bad moments. And so that is how I began writing their story – in a series of journal entries:

September 1

I dreamt of an angel last night. An angel of fair skin and long auburn hair with a white gown made of delicate lace and wings that took my breath. Her arm was stretched out before her, a key dangled from her fingers. Not a car or a house key. Not a key of gold or fancy jewels. A silver key about an inch in length and of plain design. A simplified skeleton key.

I awoke before I could take her offering and immediately began to sketch my angel. To capture on paper the image so clear in my mind. But somehow I have lost the memory of her face – the angle of her cheeks or the shape of her lips – and only that key remains. That silver, uncomplicated form hanging from a basic chain. Why was she offering it to me? What did it represent? I’m afraid to speculate, for deep down, I believe I know what she was offering me.

I saw my oncologist yesterday. My treatment isn’t working, just prolonging the inevitable. And so I made the decision to opt out of further treatment and accept my fate. Then I dreamt of an angel, and a key.

This story lives with me still today. Enough that I have a key collection that began after my dream: skeleton keys, charms of keys and my favorite, a sterling silver key necklace. It comes back to me at the oddest moments, at least once every year. One day perhaps I will finish writing it down. Maybe then I can let it go. Maybe not. It’s hard to say why some things stick with us through the years. Perhaps it was that like Emma, I felt as if that angel was offering the key to me.



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News!!!

Sometime over the next week or so you may notice my contemporary romance, AFTER MIDNIGHT, disappearing from online stores. Why? My contract with The Wild Rose Press is up and while I enjoyed working with them, I have made the decision to get my rights to the book reverted back to me so I can make a few minor changes and re-release it myself. 

When I first sat down and began working on After Midnight, I never imaged it would turn into a series. I didn’t expect that the secondary characters would reach out and grab me by the heart the way they have. Or that ‘I guess I’m going to have to write Dominic’s story’ would quickly coalesce into a third and fourth book. I’m not complaining, oh no, writing about hot, sexy rock gods is a wonderful thing let me tell you. And revisiting Isa and Noah as they weave their way through the books…that’s icing on the cake. 

So while After Midnight slowly begins to disappear from those online shelves, don’t worry. It’s coming back soon – with a sexy new cover! 

What do you think??? 

 AFTER MIDNIGHT (Black Phoenix #1) will re-release October 2013.

And don’t miss Dominic’s story,
MIDNIGHT HEAT (Black Phoenix #2) coming this November! 

(cover reveal coming soon)

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How I Start A WIP

As a writer, the question I get asked the most is ‘Where do you get your ideas?’. And if you’re interested, I answered this question in an older blog post. You can find it HERE.

The second most popular question I am asked is ‘Once you have an idea, where do you begin?’. This question is actually a bit more difficult to answer, but I’ll try. Story ideas come to me all of the time. The trick is being patient enough to wait and see if the idea has legs. What I mean is, some ideas come to me like a butterfly, then flit away just as quickly. Then there are the ones that stick, the heroes who won’t stop talking to me, even at three in the morning, that question that hangs in the air, day and night, that I feel compelled to answer. These are the ideas with legs. The ideas that force me to put pen to paper - or more and more often now, fingers to keyboard – and begin writing. These are the ideas that become my works in progress, or WIPs.

Once I’m ready to begin writing, I….heck, I’d love to tell you that I have a series of questions I ask myself or an outline I’ve worked up, but that’s not how it works for me. You see, I’m what they call a pantser – which means I write by the ‘seat of my pants’. That’s right, I don’t have much more than a title (which I can’t seem to begin without), and my hero and heroine’s name. If the idea came to me in the form of a question, which it sometimes does, then I have a bit more. If it came to me in the form of the hero’s voice in my head, nagging me to get on with it and tell his story, then I may only know how it ends. After all, heroes aren’t always prone to tell you how he got himself in the position he’s in, just how he wants that story to end. LOL

But, if the story idea came to me in the form of the opening scene (which is usually how they come to me) then I don’t know much at all. Maybe just what kind of person the hero/heroine is. And that’s when the fun begins for me, the moment I sit down and just begin typing. Letting the story unfold as it may, discovering the events that take the characters from the opening scene to the happily-ever-after. Yup, I just dive right in. No character sketches, outlines, or blurbs. Not until I’m farther into the story – like half way. For me, knowing too much before I begin spoils the fun. A complete outline before I’ve written a single scene, and I’ve lost the excitement, feel as if I’ve already told the story. Odd, I know, but true.

So that’s how I start a WIP. I get an idea stuck in my head, think on it a bit, then take myself and the voices in my head to my laptop and start writing. Does that make me sound a bit unhinged? Probably. However, I believe on some level all writers are...but that’s a different blog post.

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Authors by Moonlight

Blogging is difficult for me.  It's not just making the time for it, but coming up with what to say. I'm usually at a loss. So someone please explain what possessed me the day I joined another group blog?
Anyone?
Bueller?


Okay, so it's not that bad. At least, that's what I keep telling myself - "Hey self, it's not that bad, just wait until summer!" *Forehead slap*

Starting today, and every 2nd Monday of the month, I'm blogging at a wonderful group blog called Authors by Moonlight. And in all seriousness, it will be fun! Stop by and say hello!

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Choosing Titles

A lot of writers begin a story without a title in mind. They flesh out the characters, envelop themselves deep within the story, and never think about the title until a) one comes to them naturally while writing the book, or b) they are forced to think of one because they can’t submit without the title.

Not so with me. You see, I can’t lose myself in a story if it’s untitled. I can connect with the characters and flesh out their lives, but I can’t spend hours, weeks, and months bleeding on the page without giving that page a name. Talking with friends about my work in progress only works for me if that WIP has a title.

Imagine it: I’m raving about my newborn son or daughter, showing pictures to friends. They ooh and ahh over how handsome he is, and then someone asks, “What’s his name?”

I can’t reply, “I don’t know, it’ll eventually come to me.” Could you?

So the first thing I do is think about the tone of my book. Is it funny? Sexy? Serious? Does a consistent theme run throughout? Something that either the hero or the heroine needs to learn or acknowledge by the end of the book?

Once I’ve decided, then it’s time to brainstorm. I sit at my desk and make a list of words related to my book. Nothing is off limits. I write down everything I can think of that is related to my story, whether it’s an emotion, a setting, or a question. At this point, one word usually jumps out at me – a word I KNOW has to be in the title. From there I play with word combinations and another list takes shape—a list of possible titles.

Here I should probably tell you that sometimes this method works for me, and sometimes…well, not so much. Take, for instance, the title of my first book, Not Without Risk. My original title for this book was Strength to Love. No really, that’s what I called it, which was better than my original title for After Midnight (and no, I’m not telling what that was called). Anyway, back to Risk…The farther I got into the story, the more I hated the title. It just wasn’t right. Then one day I’m typing along and the hero’s mother tells him, “To love someone, to have someone return that love is…It’s a risk, certainly, but what is life if not a risk?”

*insert light bulb*

There it was, the moment when the word clicked into place. Risk. Everything in that book revolved around risk, from the hero’s job, to taking a leap of faith and risking his heart in order to find love.

Here’s another confession. I have a compulsion to see the name of the book somewhere in the book. It doesn’t matter to me whether a character voices it, or thinks it; my titles have to be in the book. This need made naming, or should I say coming up with the correct name for, After Midnight even easier.

The original title broke my rule about following the tone of the book. It was too sappy, and gave the impression the book was light-hearted. I don’t write light-hearted. Yes, everything I write has its happily-ever-after. Yes, the hero and heroine always ride off into the proverbial sunset. But getting there is never an easy journey. I torture my characters, some more than others, and Isabeau Montgomery…she’s a tortured heroine.

Then it hit me. Isabeau owns a bar, the opening scene takes place in that bar after closing. In fact, most of the key moments in the book occur late at night. Night… Darkness… Midnight…aha! There it was.

Sometimes the moment that changes everything comes After Midnight.

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Inspiration Boards

With the success of websites like Pinterest more and more people are talking about boards, specifically visual ‘pin boards’ of things they love or find interesting. They’re surprisingly easy to create – you can ‘pin’ an image from just about any site, in effect saving it (and the link to its original site) to your very own digital bulletin board.

But did you know that writers (and other artists) have been using boards for years? Inspiration boards – or collections of images that help define or inspire a project. Before technology and the internet, inspiration boards used to look more like this:

Diane Von Furstenberg Inspiration Board

Some still prefer this look. (I admit I would most likely be one of them if I had an office, as there’s just something about having a ‘physical’ board.) But more and more, inspiration boards are showing up online.

If you spend any time on Pinterest, and follow any authors, perhaps you’ve seen one or two inspiration boards – boards specific the author’s book. Even I have one (or three as the case may be). Unfortunately, the content on my boards is sparse. Why? Honestly, I’m not sure why.

My ‘real’ inspiration boards include…well, just about anything and everything that both ‘speaks to me’ and relates to the characters or plot of the book. Some of the things on my boards aren’t in the book – perhaps it is from a scene I deleted, or the character’s lives after the story ended. Yes, my ‘real’ inspiration boards contain things that happen to the hero and heroine AFTER the story ended. Hey, it’s my book. I’m allowed! :-)

I suppose the reason these are not included in my Pinterest boards is because I wonder if all of it would truly be of interest to someone who hasn’t read my books. I’m not sure. But since this question has been on my mind lately, I thought I would share with you some of the items on my ‘real’ inspiration boards. And hey, maybe you can help me decide whether I should add them to the boards I have on Pinterest.

Inspiration Board for After Midnight: 

Isabeau Montgomery

Noah Clark	Noah Clark

Isabeau's Engagement Ring	Isabeau's Eternity Band

Noah's House

Recording Studio in	Noah's Basement

Isabeau's Wedding Dress

Lovers

The heels I imagine Isabeau is wearing in Chapter Twelve. ;)

Thanks for visiting with me today. If you are interested in following me on Pinterest, or even just checking out what Pinterest is all about, you can see my profile HERE.

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Latest News on Works in Progress

Hello friends, I thought I'd update you all on what's going on in my world. Currently, I'm in writing mode, doing everything I can to squeeze in as many words as humanly possible during the short window of time I get to write daily. It’s more difficult this winter than last – maybe because for the first time ever, I have more than one iron in the fire. Yup, there are way too many men in my head, demanding attention. Wow, whoever thought I would say that? lol

Midnight Heat (Midnight series, book 2) 

Dominic Price

Dominic is the loudest voice right now – perhaps because he is the most alpha of all of my alpha heroes. He’s blunt, in-your-face, and curses too much. He’s also flawed, damaged by his childhood, and more sensitive than he would ever let on. I have a real soft spot for Dom, which is only one of the reasons his book is at the top of my MUST FINISH list.



She was the only woman who ever rocked his world.

Black Phoenix bassist Dominic Price made a mistake three years ago when he walked out on Rebecca without a backward glance. A mistake he plans to rectify. But first he has to convince her to open her heart to him again. 

The unconscious man wheeled into Dr. Rebecca Dahlman’s ER was sexy—unforgettably sexy—and injured. This wasn’t just any patient in need of medical help. He was the only man she’d ever loved—the one who still haunted her dreams. 

One touch of his calloused hands reignites their passion. Can they rekindle their trust as easily, or will her fears cause her to lose him again…this time to a man bent on revenge? 

At Any Cost 



Detective
Michael Atwood

Michael is the second loudest voice, but that could just be that he comes from a large, noisy family. Steadfast, focused, and dedicated are three words that describe Michael Atwood. A detective with the San Diego Police Department, Michael works in the same precinct as, you guessed it, Justin Harrison, hero of Not Without Risk. Yes, Justin makes a cameo appearance in At Any Cost – a scene where you learn the repercussions of Justin ignoring protocol and becoming involved with Paige. WHOOP!

In addition to Midnight Heat, I also have two more books in mind for the Midnight Series:

Midnight Shadow (Midnight series, book 3)

Thomas Cahill Sr.

Thomas is the quietest voice, mostly because he feels he’s already loved and lost his one true love. Honestly, even I didn’t know Thomas had another chance at happily-ever-after. It took a few comments from readers of After Midnight for me to see, and once I did, I wholeheartedly agreed. A heart of gold wrapped in brawn and tattoos – he’s a hero that deserves a very special heroine. Good thing I’ve got just the woman for him.

Chasing Midnight (Midnight series, book 4)

Alex Morgan

Ah, Alex – cocky, confident, a bit A.D.D. Alex. Love-‘em-and-leave-‘em Alex. The newest member of Black Phoenix, he’s used to women swooning at his feet. So I plan to give him exactly what he needs – a woman who has nothing to offer him but a cold shoulder. What? Can’t an author have a little bit of fun?

So that’s them, my works in progress. The stories in my head and the men demanding I write faster. Any tips you can offer for keeping four impatient heroes happy? I’d love to hear your ideas.

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The Bedroom Door

When it comes to love scenes in a romance novel, I am SUCH a voyeur. Shocking, but true. A voyeur. I never thought that term would apply to me, but it does. If a love scene takes place behind closed doors, I feel…cheated. I’ve invested time into this book, fallen in love with the hero right along with the heroine, and for what? To have the bedroom door slammed in my face? Noooo!

So I’m a voyeur, a ‘leave the bedroom door wide open, thank you very much’ kind of reader. I don’t want to use my imagination about what is going on in the bedroom. I want the details! Lots of details. So it would only make sense that this is how I write.

I write sizzling, dangerously sexy contemporary romance and romantic suspense—no intimacy hidden behind closed doors in my books. With me you get detailed, explicit love scenes. Heck, sometimes my heroes and heroines don’t make it to the bedroom at all. Instead they find themselves atop a desk, against a wall, or in front of a trio of mirrors…

“I’m not the type of woman men fall for.”

“I’ve fallen for you.”

Heat flooded her system. She forced herself to breathe, to keep her eyes locked with his. “No you haven’t. You …”

He pushed off the mantel and stepped in her direction. “I—what?”

“Never mind.”

“Finish the sentence, Isabeau.”

“I don’t think so.”

“Then let me.” He closed the distance between them. “You were going to say I haven’t fallen for you, weren’t you? You actually believe him? That you’re nothing more to me than convenient?”

Her pulse throbbed thick and hard. Heat radiated off his body. The scent of him filled her head. She wanted, more than anything, to press herself against him and relive the pleasure of his mouth against hers. Instead, she lifted her chin. “Maybe.”

He leaned in close. So close his breath brushed across her lips. “You believe him, but not me?”

“You are here only temporarily.”

“Yes.”

“And I am just down the street.”

“I suppose.”

She ran her tongue over her dry lips. “So the whole thing does seem rather—”

“Don’t say it.”

“—convenient.”

Something dangerous came and went in his eyes. “Now I’m getting angry.”

His hands skimmed down her sides, slipped under her shirt and settled on her lace-covered bottom. Her breath went uneven. Searing need swarmed her.

“You want something to believe, believe this.” He pulled her into the solid ridge of his erection. She lost her concentration. “There is nothing convenient about the way I feel about you.”

“I…no?”

“You think you’re not the type to draw a man’s attention, think again. I can’t stand in the same room as you without wanting to taste you. I can’t taste you without wanting to taste all of you.”

Oh, God. Her knees turned to jelly. A hot, wet pulse came to life between her legs.

“If you can’t see in yourself what it is that I see, feel what you do to me.” Taking hold of her wrist, he placed her hand in the center of his chest.

His heart was racing. She tipped her head back and looked into his eyes. Her bones began to liquefy. “The way you’re looking at me,” she whispered.

“How am I looking at you?”

“Like I’m important.”

“You are.”

She swallowed hard, wanting to believe him. “Like I’m beautiful.”

His lips brushed across her temple and her eyes drifted shut. “I wish you could see yourself the way I see you. Then you would know how beautiful you are.”

Her eyes snapped open as he spun her in his arms. His hands settled on her shoulders, drawing her back against his chest. She gasped at their image reflected in the trio of mirrors that hung on her wall. When had this become a seduction?

Thirteen years—that's how long Isabeau Montgomery has been living a lie. After an automobile accident took her mother's life, Izzy hid herself away, surviving the only way she knew how. Now she is happy in her carefully reconstructed life. That is until he walks through the door of her bar...

Black Phoenix singer/front man Noah Clark came to Long Island City with a goal—one that doesn't include an instant, electric attraction to the dark-haired beauty behind the bar. Coaxing her into his bed won't be easy, but he can't get her pale, haunted eyes nor her skill on the piano out of his head.

Can Noah help Isabeau overcome the past? Or will her need to protect her secret force her back into hiding and destroy their chance at happiness?

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I’m Out of Shape

Writing shape, that is. We won’t even talk about what kind of shape I’m in physically, this is a writer’s blog, after all.

For me, summer is a time of total insanity. Not because of school break, ball games or vacations. Oh no, for me summer is crazy because both my husband and I work an insane amount of hours during the months of June, July and August. Heck, sometimes it carries into September. What do I mean by an insane amount of hours? Well, for him summer means 80+ hour work weeks, for me, something like 65 – 70 hours a week.

See, I told you it was a time of total insanity.

Given the choice between working an obscene number of hours every week and writing, I would, of course, choose writing. However, there are bills to pay. And so, I trudge to work every morning at 5 a.m., and leave at 6 p.m.. Only, instead of heading home, I head off to put in a few more hours working with my husband. I don’t begrudge this time of all work and no writing, but I don’t embrace it either. After all, it’s not like the voices in my head take the summer off.

This year has been a bit different for me, as I’m done with the crazy hours already. Yup, it’s 40 hour work weeks for me. Which is good, great really, except for one thing. I’m out of shape – writing shape.

As bad as being out of shape physically. Surprisingly difficult to get back into the habit of writing. There are so many things to do! Laundry. Vacuum under the couch. Paint the living room. Lunch with friends I haven’t seen in months. Get that last swim in the lake.

Whew, I’m working up a sweat just typing out all the things I need to do! Between work and that list, how do I fit writing in?

One step at a time doesn’t work for me. Nope, me, I have to dive right in head first. Surround myself with inspiration, reconnect with friends who also write, and no matter what else is going on, sit my butt in the chair and write. Blog posts, fragments of the story, anything as long as I do as Nike urges and Just Do It! Every. Single. Day.

Just.

Do.

It!

It’s not going to be easy, but I’m the stubborn sort. With persistence, dedication, and a few kicks in the pants from a certain friend who shall remain nameless –ahem, Amie – I can get back into shape. I have to, after all, there are two heroes commanding my attention right now.


How do you get re-motivated?



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Romantic Mystery vs. Romantic Suspense...Is there a difference?

A couple years ago my first book, a romantic suspense titled Not Without Risk, was reviewed by a popular review site. While the review was a good one – don’t get me wrong, I have no complaints – in one of the comments the reviewer said she preferred more ‘whodunit’ in her romantic suspense. Then a couple months ago my second book, a contemporary romance with a very minor element of suspense, was called a ‘mystery’ in a review. This comment did bother me because if you picked up the story based on the fact the reviewer called it a mystery, you would be disappointed, as After Midnight is most definitely NOT a mystery.

If you’ve read the ‘Meet Sarah’ section of this blog you’ll see that I don’t write romantic suspense exclusively. However, I can’t seem to write contemporary romance without adding at least some element of suspense, no matter how small. What I don’t write is romantic mystery.

Wait, you ask, there’s a difference between romantic mystery and romantic suspense? I’m glad you asked.

A lot of readers (and authors) look at romantic mystery and romantic suspense as being interchangeable. However, there’s a big difference between the two. At its simplest, a mystery is a puzzle that needs to be solved – an intellectual game of whodunit. In a mystery, the action is more mental than physical, and although there is danger, it usually – though not always – has already taken place before the book opens. But to me the biggest difference is that in a romantic mystery the hero or heroine is the ‘sleuth’, so the story is about what happens to someone else, not the main character, and how the main character solves the puzzle.

Suspense is about a threat or imminent danger that must be resolved. Something is coming and the reader is waiting for it to happen. The suspense story is typically about what happens to the main character and brings the question, will they survive? The action is an emotional roller coaster and the reader should identify with the hero or heroine and the danger they face – becoming a participant in the ride. A suspense story is about the characters’ journey through the book, and the ending therefore needs to be emotionally satisfying, where a mystery is to be intellectually satisfying.

Since I’m talking about ‘romantic’ mystery and suspense – there will always be an emotionally satisfying ending to the romance in both the mystery and suspense. Without it, the story wouldn’t be a romance. However, the solution to the puzzle needs to be an intellectual one. That means that in a romantic mystery, it is the writer’s job to keep the identity of the villain from the reader until the end. But for the emotional read, the suspense, it is okay for the reader to know the identity of the villain. After all, the threat from an unknown is not as emotionally engaging as the threat from someone you (or the hero/heroine) know(s).

There is some crossover in the genres as a lot of today’s mysteries contain suspense. Perhaps this is where a lot of the confusion stems. I’m really not sure. Some believe the labels don’t matter, that if you are familiar with an author’s work you know what to expect. However if you’re trying to sell a book, or attract new readers, I believe the label matters. And so this is me, tossing around labels…My name is Sarah Grimm, and I write romantic suspense.

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Cha-Cha-Cha-Changes

Some of you may have noticed my debut release, Not Without Risk, is disappearing from online stores. No? Well, I’ve noticed it, and let me tell you, it’s a bit unnerving. Not like it’s a surprise or anything, I mean, I asked for it, but still…

Maybe I should start over. A while back I realized I was near the end of my contract with The Wild Rose Press, and I started toying with the idea of not leaving my book with them. What if I took it back? Made a few changes and re-released it out into the virtual world at a new, lower price? I have friends who are editors, a friend who’s a publisher, and hey, I have a sexy cover artist friend! Should I? Shouldn’t I? Chould I?

After much thought, long conversations with my husband, and lots and lots of emails back and forth between me and the gals whose opinions I value the most, I asked for the rights back to Not Without Risk.

*insert confetti toss*

Okay, so it isn’t a celebration yet. In fact, I flip flop between moments of anxiety and fear that I’ve made the wrong decision, to excitement and anticipation. I can’t wait to dig back into RISK! My writing style has changed since I scribbled that tale long-hand during the many, many I hours spent at the hospital with my youngest son. I could cover the logistics of what is different about my writing style, but, YAWN, who wants to hear technical jargon?

I don’t, not when I can talk about my sexy new cover. Wait until you see it! I’ve seen the mock-up and Oh. My. God. It’s hawt! *Sarah disappears to go check the cover mock-up one more time* Oh, yeah. Rawr!

And so, while it’s a bit unnerving to see the book disappear from online merchant shelves, I’m also excited. Geeked, as my niece would say. Not only will I be able to have another go at RISK, I get to give it a hot new cover. And even more thrilling…put it back out there for all of you at a fabulous, new low price!

I don’t have all of the details ironed out, but as soon as I do, I’ll share them with you. Until then, thanks for reading.



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Not Without Risk is a Winner!

I can't possibly explain just how excited I am to make this announcement, but here goes...NOT WITHOUT RISK was awarded the Silver Medal in the 2011 Readers Favorite Awards!


Honestly, I never really believed I would make it to the finals, let alone place! I'm still trying to wrap my mind around it, but I've received the 'Official' notification so I need to get over my doubts, don't I?

It's like winning the lottery. Really. As writers we struggle against self-doubt every day.

Will my editor like this story?

Will the reader connect with my characters?

And on truly bad days, when the characters have stopped talking to us and no matter how hard we try, we can't seem to find the right words...

Why do I even try?

My fellow writers are out there nodding their heads right about now. We've all been in the position to ask ourselves these questions at one time or another. But as writers we plug on, stomp those doubts into dust (at least temporarily) and keep writing. Why? Because we can't NOT write. We're just wired that way.

So to discover that my editor did like it, a reader did connect with my characters - not just enough that I was awarded a 5 Star review, but enough that I was awarded a second place win...that's an incredible boost to this writer's self-confidence!



Interested in reading more about the award? You can do that HERE

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