So What if Oprah Hasn’t Read My Book

Last night I partook in my first book club discussion in which the book club discussed my novel. They provided fresh squeezed lemonade (if you’ve read Mother of My Son you’ll know why) and thought-provoking discussion. For a debut, newbie, novelist like me it was one of those moments of gratitude, an oh yes… this…

The Birth of a Book

My book came. From signing the contract to holding it in my hands it took nine months and right now I want to swaddle Mother of My Son (M.O.M.S. and ironically, I didn’t plan that) in a blanket and parade it up and down the street asking people, “Isn’t it pretty?” My daughter saw my…

When Home and Work Collide

I have the privilege and curse of working from home. Maybe you work from home and can relate: The Privilege: I can work in my jammies and often do. Sometimes I set up these bizarre deadlines for myself like, I need to write 500 more words before I take a shower. I can work/write around…

Editors Rock (but I don’t think I’d ever want to be one)

Despite my English degree, I am not the queen of commas nor do I always break my paragraphs in the correct place. By the time I sent my manuscript to my now publisher, a year ago, the thing had been cut, revised, and rewritten countless times. A speaker at a writer’s conference once said editors…

It Only Took a Decade (Part 2)

You can learn a lot by watching other people, by asking questions, by reading, but nothing takes the place of experience. When I began writing Mother of My Son, my husband and I hadn’t fully struggled with infertility yet, and adoption wasn’t even a blink on our radar. Yet these were themes I felt compelled…

It Only Took a Decade

(or…Why it took me ten years to write, and find a publisher for, my novel) When my son was born almost thirteen years ago, I loved being a stay at home mom. Truly I did. And yet at the same time, something inside of me felt restless, like my creativity was slowly drying up. I…