I don’t know why I can’t get into the habit of asking for God’s help first instead of screwing it up on my own and then asking Him to help me fix it.
I told myself not to get attached to my story no matter how cute it was. Or to the characters no matter how adorable they were together. Because I was going to sell my little baby and no one was ever going to know this baby was mine.
She must have sounded horrified because he said, “Now who would have thought you’d find that more abhorrent than sleeping with me?”
I may have temporarily lost my enthusiasm but as I write this I'm waiting to see what my cover artist comes up with, finalizing my blurb, and finishing some minor editing on-- heres' the ironic twist--my romantic comedy, CLEO'S WEB.
These ladies were doing adult coloring before it became a thing
nobody asks if authors are ever scared that their next book won’t be as good as the previous one.
Fantasy Man by Barbara Meyers Publusher: Samhain Length: 199 pages Quinn Fontana never thought witnessing two murders would lead to her first taste of freedom. But when her overprotective brother…
Time is passing so quickly these days – especially when I’m on deadline to finish the second in my new Genie series! Anyway, I’ve taken time out today to bring…
will they do what I’ve done with so many of those photos? Say to themselves, “I don’t know who this is.” And toss it in the trash.
We all cry tears that are the same color No matter what shade our skin No matter whose blood is shed It’s always red