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Juggling it all...

I told my husband, all I have to do is look at my blogging schedule and I know when the kids are going to get sick. LOL My post is late, yet again—many apologies.

I was going to blog about writing processes and how each author has a different one—how what works for one author would be a nightmare for another. But I’ll blog on that the next time. :) Today I’ve been thinking a lot on how we juggle everything. Previously I blogged on having a personal space for writing—a place of our own. Well, having a place is fine and dandy, but does no good if it just sits there while we run around after kids, cleaning the house, working day jobs, enduring the suppertime hour, trying not to be a stranger to our spouse….etc.

The Boy Next Door--Excerpt :)

The last thing Darcy Phillips wants after the end of a disastrous relationship is to get involved with another man. Being free and unattached was the plan until her old pal Thomas “Mac” MacAllister strolls back into her life.

Mac has always loved Darcy but the timing was always wrong. Now, she’s home and unattached. And after a night of wine and conversation, things turn hot fast. But Darcy isn’t ready for more than the physical and she definitely doesn’t want anyone knowing what the two of them are up to. Especially her mother.

It isn’t long, though, before Mac wants more. Much more. Yet Darcy isn’t sure she’s willing to risk their long-time relationship for something as dangerous as love. But Mac is a man who knows what he wants and he’s not afraid to go after it.

Using their incendiary passion as a starting point, Mac sets out to win the girl of his dreams and show her that everything she wants…is right next door.

A Room of My Own

“A woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write.” ~Virginia Woolf.

When I was in college, I laughed at this quote in my Women’s Lit class. An outdated idea, I thought. I certainly didn’t need money to write and a room of my own? Please, I wrote on the bus, in the common rooms, in every room of my apartment. Then I got married, had kids, started a job…