Last April, a friend of mine got married in Bath, England. Like me, her name is Tracy. Like me, she grew up in Michigan. But after college, she moved to the United Kingdom and was swept off her tootsies by a proper British gent with a lovely accent and some wicked-mad cooking skills. When they… Read More

Writers lean toward the eccentric, perhaps a byproduct of spending more time in our virtual worlds than with living, breathing human beings. I myself have several rituals to put me in the mood (for writing, that is.)  First, I buy myself a venti-sugar-free-caramel-no-whip-soymilk-decaf-latte.  It has to be this drink exactly. Venti because I need a… Read More

Writing is my favorite pastime. So why do I find so many reason to NOT do it? For years, before I had the most fabulous agent ever who now gives me virtual slaps on the hand when I don’t meet a deadline, I felt like writing was indulgent. It was a hobby, for my own… Read More