Five things I thought about during my morning run:
1. Running in the sprinkles. Ni-ice. 2. Rhiannon. Ohhhh. I love Stevie Nicks. 3. Edits, blog posts, book writing. which first? 4. Going to Reston on Saturday to sign books at Angela’s Happy Stamper. WOOT! 5. Oh, Reston, I sometimes miss you, with all of your culture and running trails and shops. But then I remember the traffic…
Read MoreFive things I thought about during my morning run:
1. Getting this run in the wedge of time between “Oh it’s a beautiful morning” and “It’s just to effing hot to move.” 2. Today is the last day of school. Half day. 3. Summer of reading in the Bryan house. Both girls have huge lists–for school. 4. I’ve been reading–but not as much as I used to because of my writing. Weird how that works. 5. I miss all things New York City. Funny how that works.
Read MoreLiving the Dream: New York, Kensington, and BEA
Just back from a trip to New York City. I met with my agent, my editor, and attended Kensington’s BEA party, which was fabulous. These moments are fleeting for us writers, we who sit in front of the computer day after day in isolation. But it inspired me so much so meet the wonderful folks at Kensington who work hard to make the magic happen. And they were all so incredibly enthusiastic about my books! Amazing! (I kept pinching myself–really!) I won’t mention them all by name in...
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Read MoreFive things I thought about during my morning run:
1. The scent of sweet flowers on the breeze making me gag. Then I turn the corner and smell trash. Don’t know which is worse. 2. They say it might hit 90 today. I’m thinking they are wrong. but it’s warming up. 3. So much writing to do that I feel guilty taking 30 minutes to run. But it’s my sanity. And therefore a MUST. 4. Jen’s voice on the phone this morning. Gosh, I love her. 5. Stage week for the girls dance showcase. Late nights. Short tempers.And last...
Read MoreHome Again, Jiggedy-Jig
I’m back from Malice Domestic in Bethesda, Md., and from the Festival of Mystery in Oakmont, Pa.. If someone asked me to choose between the events, I’m sure I couldn’t. They are very different from one another, but both are wonderful for writers and readers alike. Both are well-organized and staffed by helpful, friendly sort who love to chat with writers. Scrapbook of Secrets didn’t win the Agatha for best first novel. I know everybody says this—and so it appears a little cliche and...
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