What the hell have I just done? This is what I asked myself almost as soon as I hit the launch button to make my project go live. Who did I think I was, asking my friends, family, and random strangers on the internet to fund my project..?

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Who doesn’t like to kiss?

Kissing is one of my favorite things. Fortunately, the books I write, even the short stories, are genres where I’ve been able to include kissing scenes. Personally, I much prefer writing about relationships and love as opposed to horror and violence. But that’s just me.

In honor of Valentine’s Day—the ultimate day for kissing—I’ve included an excerpt from my recently-published romantic comedy Finding A Man For Sylvia. In this scene, the heroine, Julia Hawthorne-Florez, a romantic at heart who is determined to find matches for all of the lonely souls in the world—describes the first time she meets her love, Javier...

"Caldwell figured he wasn’t due to poke his nose out of his cave for another two months by his own bear’s winter schedule. It wasn’t a very accurate schedule. A week or so one way or the other was about the best he could do. With a contented smile he remembered finishing up the last of Mr. and Mrs. Wiggins' turkey the week after Thanksgiving. There were creamed turnips too – and some sweet potato pie left over from dinner. He ate all that and just about everything else they left in the garbage can on their back porch…"

I stand in front of the bathroom mirror—a pail of warm water, a wash cloth, pair of scissors, and a bottle of vitamin E oil. Slowly, I peel back a corner of foam tape. It doesn't hurt, not the first few millimeters. Then it does. It pulls at my skin, revealing red pain underneath. I grit my teeth and pull a little more, then cut the tape away, dab the skin with the wet cloth, then smooth a little oil over the area. And repeat…

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A well-intentioned but clueless romantic is determined to find love for
her lonely neighbor over her exasperated husband’s objections...

"I'd drop the quarter in the hand he didn't pick and show him my empty hand… He had trusting eyes—blue they were, soft blue, like faded blue jeans. His mouth made a little "o" whenever he saw something he marveled at…"

two boys + two girls = one big mess

This was a surprise since at my last appointment we discussed surgery in the new year, somewhere in January or February. Anxious to get these uncomfortable tissue expanders out, though, I found myself committing to a surgery date before I’d really had the time to process everything. My mouth said yes; my brain was all fuzzy…

With my debut novel’s recent publication as an ebook , I’ve received thousands (umm, a few) of questions from folks. For many, ebooks are newfangled, slightly scary, and a little mysterious. There are many misconceptions, and many of us are learning—especially those of us who aren’t, erm, techies.

"It was planted there by a gray squirrel one sharp November day about seventy five years ago. I saw him do it. He ran past my back door with an acorn in his mouth and dug a hole with his front feet, dropped the acorn in, covered it up and, as most squirrels do, forgot all about it…"