Friday, Nov 22, 1963 I was taking a geometry test in my 10th grade classroom at Winchester High School when the PA system crackled into life. It was last period, and there was always an announcement at the end of the day, so what it initially meant to me was, damn, I only have a…
I am thrilled to reveal the cover of my novella, A Kiss is Just a Kiss, from the Unholy Nights Twisted Christmas Anthology (release date: December 2nd). It’s Christmas, but Holly Mathers can’t seem to get into the spirit. She’s been obsessing for weeks over a hook-up gone wrong with the hot, green-eyed Will MacIvey,…
“Are you going to post that?” asks my editor, who also happens to be my spouse. Uh-oh. “Yeah, I was planning to.” “It rambles a bit.” “I can tighten it up.” “But what were you trying to say?” These are not encouraging words to hear from one’s editor, particularly after only asking him to catch…
I am a passionate book-lover who reads across many genres, but my most beloved novels tend to be historical in setting, either straight historical fiction or well-written historical romance. I also enjoy historical fantasies. I grew up obsessed with books by Anya Seton, Mary Renault, Thomas B. Costain, Jan Westcott, Margaret Mitchell, and the queen…
Once my books were finally published, back in the eighties and nineties, I thought that was it. They were in print, which seemed like an ending. Granted, some of my characters used to protest their dismissal from my mind. They were accustomed to talking to me, and with their fellow characters in their respective stories….
After countless hours struggling to format a 190,000 word novel in a manner that would be acceptable to Smashwords’ infamous Meatgrinder, I am declaring victory, at least for now. No more error messages. The Epub version looks readable, without any weird font variations. The links and table of contents all work. Yay! The brand-new 2013 edition…
The Boston Marathon Bombing Lockdown…as it happened. I’m posting my Facebook updates from April 18-19 here to my blog….things scroll away so easily on Facebook, but I would like to remember what happened on this day. It all began in the late afternoon on April 18 when the FBI posted their surveillance pics…
Boston is my city. I was born here. I’ve lived here for most of my life. I’ve never run the Boston Marathon, but I’ve been a spectator along the sidelines many times over the years, cheering the runners on, offering them water. I studied and taught at Boston College, the university on the peak of…