So my BFF (and travel partner) and I have been running around Romania this month. Last week was Bucharest – where Michael Jackson apparently made the faux pas of enthusiastically shouting “Hello, Budapest!” to thousands of gathered fans. Sadly, it appears to be a common mistake. Admittedly, before coming here, I did want to visit… Read More Bucharest, not Budapest
I’ve pretty much always been lazy. Give me a hammock, a deadline to ignore, and a patch of sun to bask in and I’m a happy procrastinator. Years after accepting this personality quirk/limitation, I’m still trying to reconcile it with my ambition to complete everything on my annual to-do list. Spoiler alert: The to-do list… Read More Once More, Madrid.
I’m no good at the Twitters. Whether logging on as me or my straight, Harlequin novel writing alter-ego, I’m woefully out of my depth (i.e. don’t know what the hell I’m doing). … Read More Romance This.
Except for during certain urgent moments, we don’t normally find ourselves obsessing about toilets. … Read More Flush like a Venetian
You know when you have an idea for something, you write it, and then you realize it’s utter trash? Well, that happened to me today. I had a whole essay on Italian toilets (Venetian, specifically) all set ready to go when I realized my passion for the topic had died a quick death between idea,… Read More How Sweet…
I don’t do New Year’s resolutions. But every year, near the beginning of January, I do make a list of the year’s writing and publishing goals. Most years, I’m pretty ambitious and fill the list with at least four novels and a short story or two. Last year’s monster, I think, had about six or… Read More The Aquarian with a List
I used to hate Christmas and the holiday season in general. Every time November rolled around and that damn turkey came out, I turned into the Grinch, Grumpy Cat, and Maleficent all rolled into one. Obviously, without the cool outfits. I know the exact reason too. I’m nothing if not aware of my own traumas… Read More Holiday Hate, Holiday Love
