Ten things I’ve learned about being a writer:

1. I’ve learned that I can sit and stare at a blank screen on my laptop for a very long time.

2. I can edit – redit – rewrite then delete the same page three times.

3. I can have conversations – in my head – with my characters and this not be a weird thing.

4. When words won’t flow, I have learned that I can appreciate house cleaning. You know it’s a bad writing day when cleaning the toilet seems like fun!

5. I’ve learned that I am thoroughly undiscipl….stares out window for 10 minutes –oh – where was I – oh yea, I was going to get a Diet Coke. And maybe a couple of chocolate chip cookies.

6. I’ve learned that I shouldn’t title blog posts 10 things I’ve learned as I can only think of 6.

So what have you learned in your long/short/just starting career as a writer?

Circles Interlocked available at

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Circles Interlocked – Having been betrayed by the man she assumed she was destined to be with forever; Julie Anderson slapped Robert Holiday in an angry ending to their brief love affair. Heartbroken that her love affair didn’t end with the fairy tale Happily Ever After, Julie leaves town to pursue her dream of being a dancer. As fate has a curious sense of humor, eight years later, they wake up in bed together. Now it is up to love to fix what time cannot mend.

Excerpt—

Five years – Julie hadn’t seen or thought about him in all that time, and now in the middle of nowhere, he stood on the beach drying off from a swim. Droplets flew as Robert shook his hair. His black mane was shorter than the last time she saw him. The wet ends dripped water on his bare, muscular shoulders. Tricia, an old high school friend once said he had the body of a male stripper – time hadn’t changed that.

She stepped back onto the beach path, transfixed by the sight of the one person she hated. Her repulsion and loathing of him ran so deep; she’d repressed all memories of him. She thought he’d loved her, and had taken a chance, opening up her heart and body to him. But, instead of returning her love, he proved himself worthy of the gutter from which he’d crawled.

Her body said run, but her feet refused to move as she watched a long-legged, svelte, golden blonde rise from the beach chair. She trickled her fingers down his rippled stomach. His voice floated across the sand. It was a calming sound, which had brought a smile to her face when he whispered words of love and passion in her ear.

Details she thought she’d long forgotten surged forward. She remembered the way his dark eyes smoldered with anger and his sly, innocent grin. His joyous laughter had made her feel the abandonment of a child frolicking in the year’s first snowfall. She stepped backward onto the path, distancing herself from the lovers as the blonde undid the strings on her bathing suit top, and let it fall to the sand.

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