I love small towns, mysteries, handsome men, little girls in pink, laughter, good wine. I love boots and shopping and jokes and Hershey’s dark chocolate and white wine. I love lots of things. But my first love is reading.
I love to read. Just about anything, but it has to be well-written. I go through periods where I am into historical novels or romance or mystery or history or biography. I never know when my desires will suddenly change.
I have always wanted to write. To say I love writing might be a stretch. It’s more of a compulsion than a breathless desire. I have written two rather awful contemporary romances books that will remain hidden under my bed forever, and two more that were published.
This summer, I will have two romantic suspense novels debut (and maybe a third) in a series of three books set in Texas hill country.
And now my tastes in writing have changed. My next venture is a mystery. I have an iconic detective who lives in a small town in Colorado and will use her wits, her strong intuitive powers and tarot cards to ferret out bad guys. So far I have half an outline/synopsis competed, plus lots and lots and lots of notes. Here is my desk drawer where I stick little post-its when an idea for my mystery strikes me.