Category Archives: Confessions (about the process)

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

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

Actually, sometimes you’ve just got to whine…

The (awful) stage of my work at the moment (will never finish) is really driving home (why am I bothering) that time (useless, pointless, garbage, crap) does not (and yet here I am) heal all wounds (and this sure as

Actually, sometimes you’ve just got to whine…

The (awful) stage of my work at the moment (will never finish) is really driving home (why am I bothering) that time (useless, pointless, garbage, crap) does not (and yet here I am) heal all wounds (and this sure as

Friends don’t let writers whine; they make them write…

Tough love, baby, right? Sometimes, we all need tough love. A sampling of mine:   Unadvice: When you’re in that place where you have the time and space to write–you planned to write–but the words aren’t coming because… trauma-drama-self-pity-tired–making yourself

Friends don’t let writers whine; they make them write…

Tough love, baby, right? Sometimes, we all need tough love. A sampling of mine:   Unadvice: When you’re in that place where you have the time and space to write–you planned to write–but the words aren’t coming because… trauma-drama-self-pity-tired–making yourself

since you asked…

Today, I think, maybe, I can save some of it… I think I felt this way with the other ones? It’s sort of like childbirth. You forget totally how it feels in the middle, otherwise you’d never, ever do it

since you asked…

Today, I think, maybe, I can save some of it… I think I felt this way with the other ones? It’s sort of like childbirth. You forget totally how it feels in the middle, otherwise you’d never, ever do it

Maybe just don’t ask?

You: So. How are things going? I’m supposed to be negotiating the contract for Book # 2 (Consequences). I’m supposed to be doing stuff to help sell Book # 1 (that would be that Tell Me book). And all I

Maybe just don’t ask?

You: So. How are things going? I’m supposed to be negotiating the contract for Book # 2 (Consequences). I’m supposed to be doing stuff to help sell Book # 1 (that would be that Tell Me book). And all I

That stage called despair…

I’m on a new project, and…   … it’s making me sick with anxiety, crazy. In one week, I am flow, I pour out 12,000 words effortlessly. The next week—I know—I don’t just think, I know—they are all crap. Unreadable.

That stage called despair…

I’m on a new project, and…   … it’s making me sick with anxiety, crazy. In one week, I am flow, I pour out 12,000 words effortlessly. The next week—I know—I don’t just think, I know—they are all crap. Unreadable.

Tell Me: Your Story

ME: “May I be blunt?” YOU: “Of course.” ME: “Are you sure? You haven’t really seen me blunt yet.” YOU: “Now I’m afraid.” ME: “Good. May I be blunt?” YOU: … ME: “Yes?” YOU: “Yes.” ME: “What puts you in

Tell Me: Your Story

ME: “May I be blunt?” YOU: “Of course.” ME: “Are you sure? You haven’t really seen me blunt yet.” YOU: “Now I’m afraid.” ME: “Good. May I be blunt?” YOU: … ME: “Yes?” YOU: “Yes.” ME: “What puts you in