Let’s have a heart-to-heart about that deceptively misnamed monster: the “first draft.” It’s cute how we all pretend the first draft is an actual thing and not just a word soup we spill onto paper. My first draft is just me chucking my story down—like a toddler with a new paint set. Everywhere. On everything. … Read more
I get most of my writing done at 5 a.m. before I head off to work in the wonderful world of reality television. The advantage of getting up and writing at 5 a.m. is that no one else is awake. It’s just me, the blank page, and the keyboard. Even the neighborhood deer are asleep. … Read more
Her tall, slender figure moved across the stage with grace, and her dark brown hair fell to her shoulders like waves of silk. Unable to look away, mesmerized by her almond-shaped eyes, she drew him in as she spoke her lines. The first time they rehearsed the kiss, his soul eased, as if it had … Read more
Manny turned to find an exasperated Cassie stopped dead in the middle of the block. “Do you see what I’m wearing?” she said, pointing to her feet. What he saw were a pair of glorified slippers, the kind his ex-girlfriend referred to as mules. Aptly named for a shoe that apparently mimicked the slow moving … Read more
This is a scene from my manuscript This Time Around – a work in progress. It may or may not make it in the final version of the manuscript. “You ready? It’s nearly 6:30. Get a move on.” Janine steps into my office, bouncing on the balls of her feet, gym bag slung over her … Read more
An hour passed and Cassandra Werner hadn’t changed positions. Sitting with her legs flung over the arm of her favorite overstuffed chair, she’d been staring at her phone hitting refresh and waiting for the Nieman Marcus website to update. From the corner of her eye Cassandra saw the housekeeper enter the solarium. Without looking away … Read more