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Book review: Lady Rosemund books

I recently read and loved the two books in the series Rosie and McBrae Regency Myatery by Barbara Monajem.

My favorite mysteries always surprise me and these two gems are no exception. Both books kept me guessing, pulling me through them effortlessly.

I love Lady Rosemund. The author’s voice is perfect for the character. She made me laugh a lot because she was so relatable yet snobbish.

McBrae is mysterious himself. I hope more about him is revealed in the next book, and what a wait that next book will be.

I came to hate Lady Rosemund’s mom and brother, but her father is a delight. I think that’s how you identify a good writer. They make you feel.

In any case, I’m eagerly awaiting the next installment.

Free Writing Retreat

Did I get your attention? I’m on a free writing retreat. It’s complete with food, cable, and furry company.

I’m talking about housesitting. It’s the perfect opportunity to get some work done or even, you know, relax.

“Coffee and procrastination and drafts and late nights and meltdowns and deadlines” mug

I’m not known for relaxing. My friend’s mug says it all. Instead I’m working on the 17th (!!!) draft of my first book to give to my agent.

Don’t worry. I get a vacation next week when we head down to Bryce Canyon, Utah.

Until then it’s work ’til I drop.

Perseverance

Perseverance. It’s been my mantra for the last three years.

How did I write 5 books? I didn’t give up. I sat down and did the work, and I repeated until I had achieved my goal.

Everything about being an author is founded on perseverance. From writing to landing an agent to publishing.

Day after day you have to put one foot in front of the other because you can achieve your dreams.

When things feel bleak and you’ve lost hope, what depends on success is whether you keep going anyway.

Even the most successful authors have doubts. It’s part of the job, but you can turn it around if you just keep going.

The first draft is going to be terrible, but that’s OK. You can fix it later. Nobody will see it until you want them to, but nobody will read your story unless you get it out there when it’s polished.

Words

I lost my mom late Friday night.

I wonder at our need for words at the time of death. We search for thr right meaning, the best representation of how we feel. Yet the words are never enough. They fall empty.

Maybe if there was a spell to keep the pain away or a secret phrase to bring you back in time.

We write obituaries, say prayers, share platitudes and memories. Even then, as a writer, words only touch the surface of the experience of losing a loved one.

Sometimes there are no words, but no words have as much meaning as words. The empty space between lines screams with meaning.

We grasp at words, but clutch at a void where our loved one inhabits. Any explanation is lost with them.