• Sunday Snippet, Thanksgiving Version

    Are you finding it hard to be thankful this year? 2020 has been a royal b#*ch of year, hasn’t it? So many things to be unhappy about. So many things to whine about. So many things to be just plain mad about. I know. I feel you. I truly do. However, I’m going to focus on the stuff to be happy about, to rejoice about, to be glad for. Here, in no particular order, is my Thanksgiving 2020 Gratitude List. I hope you’ll share yours. Husband. That’s all, just Husband. I tell y’all constantly what a great guy he is, so no need to expound here. Son, DIL, and Grandboy,…

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  • Sunday Snippet–The Celebration Version

    Yup, I’m celebrating. Well, as much as one can celebrate in these days of masks, lockdowns, and sanitizer. I finally wrote THE END on novel #10–the first book in my new series for Tule Publishing, and it is now in the hands of my editor. I’m a weird mix of relieved and terrified. It’s always so hard to send your babies off to be taken apart and read by your development editor. But Sinclair is always kind and open and ready to talk, so that makes it a bit easier to bear. I’m already in discovery on the next book and Max Lange has that come-hither vibe going in my…

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  • Sunday Snippet

    I’m finally breathing… with about five thousand words or less left to write on my current WIP, I can see the end and it’s full of light! The other day I was telling Husband that as I’ve gotten closer to The End on this book, I think I’ve discovered that pandemic writing is much harder than I ever realized. So much of what I, as a writer, depend on to prime the creative well has been unavailable to me through all of the writing of this first book in the Langes of River’s Edge series. People-watching and eavesdropping in restaurants and airports, writing trips, get-togethers with friends and family, wandering…

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  • Sunday Snippet

    It’s been a crazy week… I’ve actually written quite a bit, but I also worked on three other editing gigs and did two days of virtual school with Grandboy. I’m in the home stretch with my newest WIP and getting perilously close to my deadline, but the last scenes are coming harder for some reason. No idea why. Virtual school with Grandboy usually goes pretty well–he’s willing and that’s the bulk of the battle right there. But some days are better than others and this week, he wasn’t feeling it. We forget, as adults, that kids have “off” days, too. Days when their focus isn’t going to come around or…

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  • Saturday Snippet

    The new novel is coming along. In fact, I finally feel as though I know these characters, which is a lovely experience. They’re talking in my head more and more–that’s a great signal. It’s been a good writing week and I’m hoping that this getting up early every day to commit at least an hour to the WIP will get me to “The End” pretty quickly now. Ryker Lange and his brother Becker and Max don’t have the same cozy, intimate relationship that the Flaherty boys have. They were raised differently and I was having a hard time acknowledging that as I wrote. I wanted the Langes to be all…

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  • Saturday Snippet (Okay, Sunday…)

    Yesterday was a bit more zoo-y than I expected as we got Son and DIL’s cottage closed up for the summer and his boat pulled and winterized for storage, so I didn’t get to my Saturday post. It was a fun day with Son, though, and I got to take a final ride for the season in his fishing boat, which was a treat. Hardly anyone was on the lake, but man the shad were firing like crazy. It was kind of a crappy year for fishing (no crappie pun intended), but there are years like that. Husband and I were remembering the second or third year we had our…

  • Saturday Snippet

    …is just musing today because it’s my birthday and I’m feeling, well, musie. For so many years, I worried–I mean I seriously feared–that I would die at age 60 like my mother. I’m like her in a lot of ways, but thankfully not that one, because today I’m turning 67. I never imagined that I’d get to 60, let alone pass it with another seven years, so each year is a precious gift. Even in the year 2020, which has been a truly crap year on so many levels. I’m alive, I’m strong, I’m healthy, my family is healthy, I have a safe warm house, and lots of wonderful friends.…

  • Who Would Visit?

    I’m seriously considering putting up a new page on this website–a blog featuring my fictional town of River’s Edge, Indiana. A place where readers, writers, and small town aficionados can come and share ideas and pictures and stories relating to small town life. Do you live in a small town? Were you raised in a small town? Do you wish you lived in a small town? Want to share your experiences? I would be able to share more about River’s Edge, the townsfolk, and the history. Who would like to know Mac Mackenzie’s journey? How about what life was like when Donal and Maggie Flaherty immigrated from Ireland? Maybe some…

  • Annnd…It’s Monday, Friends

    Wowzers, I can’t believe it is already the middle of August. Grandboy starts school today, online, the weather is pure Midwest summer–sultry with the occasional t-storm, and I’m still in book promotion. Meant to Be, book 2 in the Four Irish Brothers Winery series is free for a few days, so if you haven’t read it yet, here’s your chance. But hurry, it won’t stay free for very long! Today, my focus will be writing the new series. My amazing publisher has been doing workshops that have been incredibly inspiring, and now Ryker and Kitt’s story is bouncing around in my head like a tennis ball. It’s coming together, they’re…

  • Welcome, Author Ann B. Harrison

    I love having guests here on the blog! Best-selling author, Ann B Harrison has the perfect backdrop for her imagination to run wild, the lush wine growing region of the Hunter Valley in Australia. She alternates her time between writing small town and western stories and has a passion for second chance romances. She’s often caught staring out the window of her office where her red Ragdoll cat Benson owns the keyboard and demands much of her attention. When she’s not writing, you’ll find her cooking (she’s fallen in love with her new Thermomix and doesn’t need much encouragement to try new recipes) or walking her dog, Chilli. She often…