What are you doing this Sunday? Want to write in the company of kindred spirits? Come join me online from 1:00-3:00 pm, Central Standard Time (U.S.), for this month’s Betsy Tacy Society Drop-In Writers’ Lounge. I’ll be giving us all a brief pep talk, and then we will have dedicated time to work on our
Thanks to the tropical storm/hurricane headed for Cape Cod, my book signing at the Brewster Book Store in Brewster, Massachusetts, has been postponed 24 hours. Hope to see you there Sunday morning at 10!
Hope to see you on Saturday at the Brewster Book Store in Brewster, Massachusetts — my only appearance in the U.S. this fall!
It’s here, it’s here, it’s finally here! Altogether now, “Happy book birthday to me!” Book birthdays are a big deal to an author. After months and sometimes years of writing, and then months and months of waiting, publication day is the day the finished product finally hits bookstores and libraries, and from there, the hands
It’s been a minute, hasn’t it? Many changes aboard the good ship Frederick this past while—I’ve been busy! We moved (twice), acquired grandchildren (twice), retired (one of us, not me), wrote a new book (one of us, me), knit up a storm (see: grandchildren), and now we’re happily settling into our newest adventure (which you’ll
One of my favorite holidays isn’t really a holiday at all. It’s Maple Month. For those of you who have no idea what I’m talking about, Maple Month happens every March here in New England, and it is a Very Big Deal indeed. I’m sure it’s celebrated in other places as well, wherever maple producers
If your nickname is Sunshine Reader and you sent me an email recently, could you please contact me again with the correct return address? Or include your mom or dad’s email address (those usually go through)? I tried to respond to you but my email to you bounced back. . . . It’s always a
In Which a Writer Goes Looking for Her Own Fictional Town A few weeks ago, after spending the past six months cooped up in our apartment near Boston, my husband and I decided that we needed a little more horizon in our lives, a little more fresh air than what we manage to get walking
Covered bridges are magical, aren’t they? A throwback to a time when horse and wagons clip-clopped over their wooden floorboards and the voices of people long gone echoed in their rafters, they’re a bit of an endangered species. Here in New England, you can still find them tucked away on country roads, though, and this
Couldn’t resist, sorry! I know that Yours Truly is the title of one of my books, but I really truly do also have a Q&A with moi to share with you. (Oops, there I go again …) Click here to read it. And that’s not all! Click here if you’d like to read the “Page