I went to the movie Book Club on the weekend. I left my husband at home and watched it with a friend. I figured it would be an uber-chick flick that he'd rather clean out the garage than see. Chick flick it was, but funny, not all weepy and depressing. Going  solo also meant I had the popcorn to myself. Candice Bergen, Jane Fonda, Mary Steenburgen, and Diane Keaton are four aging college friends who meet once a month for a book club —make that wine and book club . When Jane F

I went to the movie Book Club on the weekend. I left my husband at home and watched it with a friend. I figured it would be an uber-chick flick that he'd rather clean out the garage than see. Chick flick it was, but funny, not all weepy and depressing. Going solo also meant I had the popcorn to myself. Candice Bergen, Jane Fonda, Mary Steenburgen, and Diane Keaton are four aging college friends who meet once a month for a book club —make that wine and book club . When Jane F

Some mornings it all comes together. You leap out of bed, tackle the day and get a thousand things done before you leave for work. Other days aren’t that productive. Yesterday was one of those Energizer Bunny-kind of days. I wake up with the sun and am on a roll: I write an entire chapter for A Path of Fire—the prequel to A Trail of Embers I do some set up for launching A Trail of Ember—watch for it coming the week of May 17 I make a healthy sin-free lunch for work And—I stil

A few days ago, I finished formatting A Trail of Embers, ordered a proof copy and sat back to wait for it to arrive. When I reached this point with my first book, The Christmas Presence, my sister gave me a card and a bottle of mead from Golden Age Meadery, located in Richmond, BC. It there a better way to toast the completion of a book about a dragon’s egg, a street girl and a tracker. I doubt it. It was time to crack open the bottle, pour a glass, and wave my book on its wa

A few days ago, I finished formatting A Trail of Embers, ordered a proof copy and sat back to wait for it to arrive. When I reached this point with my first book, The Christmas Presence, my sister gave me a card and a bottle of mead from Golden Age Meadery, located in Richmond, BC. It there a better way to toast the completion of a book about a dragon’s egg, a street girl and a tracker. I doubt it. It was time to crack open the bottle, pour a glass, and wave my book on its wa