Category Archives: Confessions (about the process)

Every Wednesday, experience the serialized story of how Tell Me came to be written and sold.

A Manifesto: The Future is Hybrid #publishing

Last night, I attended an explosive game show-style panel at Owl’s Nest about the future of the publishing industry–Battle of the Publishing Paths: Traditional versus Indie (the organizers kept on referring to it as self, but self-publishing is what that

A Manifesto: The Future is Hybrid #publishing

Last night, I attended an explosive game show-style panel at Owl’s Nest about the future of the publishing industry–Battle of the Publishing Paths: Traditional versus Indie (the organizers kept on referring to it as self, but self-publishing is what that

Welcome to Week 3 of More Than A Guilty Pleasure: to Plot or to Plan

Welcome to Week 3 of More Than A Guilty Pleasure: Mastering the Romance Novel Form to Tell the Perfect Story. This is an in-person class that I’m teaching in Calgary, and, if you’re coming to us late–sorry! You canna join.

Welcome to Week 3 of More Than A Guilty Pleasure: to Plot or to Plan

Welcome to Week 3 of More Than A Guilty Pleasure: Mastering the Romance Novel Form to Tell the Perfect Story. This is an in-person class that I’m teaching in Calgary, and, if you’re coming to us late–sorry! You canna join.

She lifts her eyes up from the galley proofs to let you know…

I am buried in proofs, kittens, and quadruple-proofing triple-proofed proofs and still finding errors is… I don’t want to be negative and say awful, so I’m just gonna say–not glamorous. How’s that for a compromise term? I have some new

She lifts her eyes up from the galley proofs to let you know…

I am buried in proofs, kittens, and quadruple-proofing triple-proofed proofs and still finding errors is… I don’t want to be negative and say awful, so I’m just gonna say–not glamorous. How’s that for a compromise term? I have some new

Hello, Denver! I’m off to my first Romance Writers of America convention & I want you to choose my new profile pic

I am packing–by the time you read this, I will be on the plane–for my first-ever Romance Writers of America convention in beautiful Denver, Colorado, and I’m so excited. I know it will be marvellous. But possibly a little exhausting…

Hello, Denver! I’m off to my first Romance Writers of America convention & I want you to choose my new profile pic

I am packing–by the time you read this, I will be on the plane–for my first-ever Romance Writers of America convention in beautiful Denver, Colorado, and I’m so excited. I know it will be marvellous. But possibly a little exhausting…

The Rom-Com Goddess now knows my name + WIP report + RT Countdown

Kittens. OMG. Look: She’s me, 10 years from now. Ok, that sounds a little creepy–and Kristan, if you’re reading this, it’s not supposed to be. But those of you who have been privy to my “I don’t have a mentor/example

The Rom-Com Goddess now knows my name + WIP report + RT Countdown

Kittens. OMG. Look: She’s me, 10 years from now. Ok, that sounds a little creepy–and Kristan, if you’re reading this, it’s not supposed to be. But those of you who have been privy to my “I don’t have a mentor/example

OMG I get to meet Kristan Higgins tomorrow — and, the summer will be SULTRY!

 Kittens! Darlings! Sweethearts! I don’t normally gush–I’m more likely to swear–but OMFG, tomorrow, I get to spend the whole entire day with Kristan Higgins. Just me, Kristan… and um, I don’t know, 40 other people. But hey. 40, not 400.

OMG I get to meet Kristan Higgins tomorrow — and, the summer will be SULTRY!

 Kittens! Darlings! Sweethearts! I don’t normally gush–I’m more likely to swear–but OMFG, tomorrow, I get to spend the whole entire day with Kristan Higgins. Just me, Kristan… and um, I don’t know, 40 other people. But hey. 40, not 400.

Dreaming of summer, drowning in snow…

It’s snowing in Viking Hell again. Seriously. This is the view from my living room window: I’m solacing myself by planning for a sultry (and sweet) summer, and dreaming about Reno! Which is the site for the 2018 Romantic Times

Dreaming of summer, drowning in snow…

It’s snowing in Viking Hell again. Seriously. This is the view from my living room window: I’m solacing myself by planning for a sultry (and sweet) summer, and dreaming about Reno! Which is the site for the 2018 Romantic Times

Writing Erotica, Getting Organized, Having Orgasms

Happy Day After-International Women’s Day (may we soon not need it). If you’re in Calgary, come see me tomorrow (Sat. March 10) at the Alberta Romance Writers Association’s March meeting! I’m delivering two workshops that day. In the morning, we’re

Writing Erotica, Getting Organized, Having Orgasms

Happy Day After-International Women’s Day (may we soon not need it). If you’re in Calgary, come see me tomorrow (Sat. March 10) at the Alberta Romance Writers Association’s March meeting! I’m delivering two workshops that day. In the morning, we’re

Did you survive Valentine’s Day?

Did you survive Valentine’s Day, kitten? I did… but it was a close thing. Holy fuck. Key among things I have learned this week: DO NOT launch two titles in one week. This is a variant of last spring’s lesson,

Did you survive Valentine’s Day?

Did you survive Valentine’s Day, kitten? I did… but it was a close thing. Holy fuck. Key among things I have learned this week: DO NOT launch two titles in one week. This is a variant of last spring’s lesson,

THANK YOU for an AMAZING 2017

On this last day of December, I want to shower you with love and kisses, and thank you for an incredible 2017. I’m ending the year rather exhausted, and promising myself that my theme for 2018 is sustainability, and my

THANK YOU for an AMAZING 2017

On this last day of December, I want to shower you with love and kisses, and thank you for an incredible 2017. I’m ending the year rather exhausted, and promising myself that my theme for 2018 is sustainability, and my

When Words Collide: The ‘little’ yyc reader + writer festival that could change your life

I can’t believe it’s only been one year. Wait. That’s not quite how I was going to start this. I was going to choose one of my highlight moments from When Words Collide 2017—Calgary’s amazing reader and writer con that

When Words Collide: The ‘little’ yyc reader + writer festival that could change your life

I can’t believe it’s only been one year. Wait. That’s not quite how I was going to start this. I was going to choose one of my highlight moments from When Words Collide 2017—Calgary’s amazing reader and writer con that

I’m not dead, I’m writing + secrets from the process journal

The first part of the title of this post is also the title of an email I’ve been composing to my friends and family to explain my effective absence from their lives lately. (Friends, you’re getting it on Monday. It

I’m not dead, I’m writing + secrets from the process journal

The first part of the title of this post is also the title of an email I’ve been composing to my friends and family to explain my effective absence from their lives lately. (Friends, you’re getting it on Monday. It

Winning Google & a LOT of GRATITUDE as Cherry Pie Cure turns one (week)

So Cherry Pie Cure is a week old today and I’m coming up for post-new release air to whisper a few sweet things into your ear, and to share some beautiful things from around the web (all about me) (because

Winning Google & a LOT of GRATITUDE as Cherry Pie Cure turns one (week)

So Cherry Pie Cure is a week old today and I’m coming up for post-new release air to whisper a few sweet things into your ear, and to share some beautiful things from around the web (all about me) (because

How a story is born–from the Afterword to Cherry Pie Cure

For Saeed, who always wants to know how the stories get written (and never reads any of them but might read this), and for Sean and Paola, my beloved alpha readers who read everything almost before I’m done writing it—in

How a story is born–from the Afterword to Cherry Pie Cure

For Saeed, who always wants to know how the stories get written (and never reads any of them but might read this), and for Sean and Paola, my beloved alpha readers who read everything almost before I’m done writing it—in

Diary of an RT Virgin, Day 2: I figure out RT is Disneyland for Romance Readers

Wednesday, May 3, 2017 Today, I need to clone myself, because I want to do EVERYTHING, and it all happens at the same time. Today, I also need to medicate myself, because I’m pitching to Kensington Books in the morning

Diary of an RT Virgin, Day 2: I figure out RT is Disneyland for Romance Readers

Wednesday, May 3, 2017 Today, I need to clone myself, because I want to do EVERYTHING, and it all happens at the same time. Today, I also need to medicate myself, because I’m pitching to Kensington Books in the morning

Diary of an RT Virgin, Day 1: “What are all these lines for?”

Tuesday, May 2, 2017 Ready? Brief intro for the uninitiated: the Romantic Times Booklovers Conference, put on by Romantic Times magazine since 1983, brings together thousands of readers and hundreds of authors for a week-long romance-celebrating, book-lovin’ extravaganza. Translation: It’s

Diary of an RT Virgin, Day 1: “What are all these lines for?”

Tuesday, May 2, 2017 Ready? Brief intro for the uninitiated: the Romantic Times Booklovers Conference, put on by Romantic Times magazine since 1983, brings together thousands of readers and hundreds of authors for a week-long romance-celebrating, book-lovin’ extravaganza. Translation: It’s

COLDEST night, HOTTEST party: Thank You!

First, only this: It was such an incredible night… I didn’t at all care the books were still stuck in Texas. Because you were amazing. And now, I know you’ve been dying to see the photos, so here are all of

COLDEST night, HOTTEST party: Thank You!

First, only this: It was such an incredible night… I didn’t at all care the books were still stuck in Texas. Because you were amazing. And now, I know you’ve been dying to see the photos, so here are all of

Interrupting, active listening, smutty reads and chocolate as the solution to all of life’s ills

Him: Tell me. Me: No. Him: Come on. Tell me. Me: No. Every time I start to tell you something, you fucking interrupt me just as I’m about to get going and offer me your interpretation-expectation of what you thought

Interrupting, active listening, smutty reads and chocolate as the solution to all of life’s ills

Him: Tell me. Me: No. Him: Come on. Tell me. Me: No. Every time I start to tell you something, you fucking interrupt me just as I’m about to get going and offer me your interpretation-expectation of what you thought

Energized, terrified

The weekend of August 13-15, 2016, I attended the When Words Collide conference in Calgary—the 2017 dates are August 11-13, do mark your calendars—and I’m so energized and excited and full of plans, I’m terrified. You know the feeling?  

Energized, terrified

The weekend of August 13-15, 2016, I attended the When Words Collide conference in Calgary—the 2017 dates are August 11-13, do mark your calendars—and I’m so energized and excited and full of plans, I’m terrified. You know the feeling?  

“And how’s the work going?”

Just don’t ask, please don’t ask. I’m tired of whining about it. It’s awful. It sucks. I’m an impostor. A failure. And I know you’re tired to hearing about it, as tired as I am of talking about it. I

“And how’s the work going?”

Just don’t ask, please don’t ask. I’m tired of whining about it. It’s awful. It sucks. I’m an impostor. A failure. And I know you’re tired to hearing about it, as tired as I am of talking about it. I