I love reading a great Christmas story as the Holidays are approaching! Fellow Romance Author Penelope Marzec joins me today to celebrate the release of her Christmas story, Clear as Ice. Welcome, Penelope! Penelope Marzec grew up along the Jersey shore. She started reading romances at a young age and fell hopelessly in love with

I’m not a team-player. In fact, when I see the words ‘team-player’ written anywhere it makes me cringe. I can only vouch for my own life experiences, but typically, when someone says they are looking for a ‘team-player’ they seem to mean someone who doesn’t think outside of the box, who conforms to their superior’s

I hate when things are out of my control. As authors, so much of what goes on in the publishing industry is out of our control – you’d think I would be used it by now. As traditionally published authors, our publishers assign a release date, and we wait. Our books are given a cover.

This past weekend I participated in the first-ever Easton Book Festival. I’ve been excited about this event ever since I learned about it through the Greater Lehigh Writers Group. My part required a lot of prep work and planning, and it was well-worth the effort as a great day was had by all who attended.

I’m so excited to be participating in the Easton Book Festival this weekend! Having spent much of last year planning my wedding, it’s been a long time since I’ve been a part of a big author event and this one won’t disappoint! Over 200 authors will be there, doing readings and book signings, hosting workshops

When I was first starting to write, I purchased a how-to book about the craft of writing, which included a statement that said writers spend their entire lives in basements, writing. I’m sure the idea behind this thought was, if the idea of writing all the time doesn’t appeal to you, don’t be a writer.

Making quick decisions has never been my forte. As a hybrid author, I’m used to having some time to look over my work, months presumably, and I think about what my characters will say for hours on end before their words reach the public eye. Published by a digital press and also having published a

Winter started early for me this year. Though October has only just begun, I kicked off autumn by getting sick, and though it is ninety degrees outside where I live, today, I spent the last week or so feeling more like it was January than pumpkin picking season. Having made the decision to re-release The

My husband Bill greatly enjoys watching a show called Red Letter Media, a show in which a group of men sit around a table and critique the worst movies they can find. Though Bill and I have a lot in common, and I occasionally laugh at what might be construed as “guy humor,” something about

I’ve been a writing for fifteen years. I’ve been a writer at heart all my life, but for argument’s sake I’ve considered myself a writer for the last fifteen years. I still feel guilty when I sit down to write. I think about all the things I should be doing–the dishes piled in the sink, the