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stranger than fiction
My life as a romance writer can get pretty strange. I realize that and freely admit it. I mean, I have a file on my computer named “porn star research”. You don’t get much weirder than that. But last night when the girls and I all gathered for dinner, certain things were revealed and... »
where’s all the good stuff at?
I spent a considerable amount of years working summers at a country club to put myself through college. That meant I was constantly surrounded by the typical catering hall fare. Racks upon racks of icky, mushy prime rib which I swear is not made from the same cut or even the same animal as... »
creativity or when the shoemaker has no shoes
Interesting thing I’ve noticed recently. When I’m feeling out of sorts, I can’t write (that part is not the revelation since I’ve known that for awhile now), but I can cook (there is your revelation). Over the holidays with the normal stress plus a whole lot extra personal stuff thrown in, writing was totally... »
mastering the master
So I got Mastering the Art of French Cooking by Julia Child for Christmas. It’s 684 pages, not counting all the index pages in the back which are numbered with Roman numerals that I can’t decipher because I went to public school. This tome weighs a good ten pounds and though I far outweigh... »