The secret hideaway is versatile! See? She can sleep under it like this — or like this:
I’m on deadline this weekend — racing to finish the first draft of WISH YOU WERE EYRE. I don’t know how it works for other writers, but for me, books tend to pick up momentum the closer I get to finishing them. Kind of like a snowball rolling downhill. All of a sudden the ideas start flowing thick and fast, and I have no choice but to sit tight and hang on for the ride.
Actually, I do have a choice, but I wouldn’t be a professional if I slacked off. Slacking off is for amateurs, for wannabes. Real writers need to be willing to do whatever it takes to get the job done.
And so, I’ve been burning a lot of midnight oil this week — and even some 3 a.m. oil. It’s all part of the job. I’m not complaining, mind you. I happen to think I have the best job in the world. And when that flow kicks in, I’m more than happy to ride the wave. Or the snowball.
But look! There, on the horizon. Do you see it? I do.
Catch you on the other side!
It’s that time of year again — my favorite minor holiday — yes, you guessed it, NATIONAL PIE DAY!
Next to homemade bread, pie is my favorite thing to bake. I like just about any kind, too–apple pie, strawberry rhubarb pie, coconut cream pie–you name it, I’ll be sitting at the table, fork in hand, ready for my slice.
I love pie so much that I named two of my books after it:
Here’s a link to a blog post I wrote last year about this wonderful holiday, and my mother. Enjoy! I’m off to bake a pie (marionberry this year, in case you’re wondering)…
One of the best parts of my job is the fabulous mail I get. Here’s this week’s most fabulous envelope:
Who wouldn’t love to receive something like this? It TOTALLY made my day!
I’m still behind on answering my mail, though. If you’ve written to me, please continue to be patient … another week or two and I should be able to dive into the pile that’s waiting on my desk here.
I admit it.
I’m a bit of a cocoa freak.
There’s nothing I love better than a good cup of hot chocolate! Especially on a cold day like this one. And especially when I’m writing.
My sister sent me the BEST PRESENT this week to cheer me up (I get a little cranky when I’m on deadline): a kilo-sized bag of Callebaut cocoa. Mmmm. Bliss! Especially when I froth the milk first, the way I did here (that’s foam, not whipped cream, believe it or not), and sprinkle it with a little cinnamon and nutmeg.
What’s your favorite hot drink?
Have you ever wondered how I ended up choosing the Betsy-Tacy books for HOME FOR THE HOLIDAYS? Well, wonder no more! You can read all about it instead — just click here for my recent interview in which I tell all to Sara Frederick (no relation), a delightful reporter for the Mankato Free Press.
It’s Sunday afternoon and I’ve just taken a break from writing (coming down the home stretch on the first draft of WISH YOU WERE EYRE) to take the dogs for a walk and enjoy this gorgeous sunny weather. We don’t get too many afternoons like this in the winter in the Pacific Northwest.
I need to say a word about fan mail: BEHIND! As in way, w-a-y behind. Sorry! If you’ve written to me either by snail mail or email in the past couple of months, you’ll notice that I haven’t replied. Um, yeah. Between the holidays and this deadline, I haven’t had much spare time lately. Hoping to get caught up by the end of the month, so please bear with me a little while longer.
And please know that I do love ♥♥♥ hearing from you! There’s nothing better than finding a letter in the mailbox…