Surviving A Newborn Novel
My best friend called about four days after the birth of my novel, just as she had called after the birth of my daughter seventeen months before. “How are you?” she asked. I had carried my cell phone out on the
Walking In Memphis…& Meeting “The King”
About a week and a half ago, I received an email from one of the hosts at WREG.TV in Memphis that said they would love to interview me and help promote my book signing at Booksellers at Laurelwood. I had planned
The Seed For Story & A Blank Page
Though I turned my second stand-alone novel, The Midwife, over to my publisher on June 1, promotional work for The Outcast took up June and most of July. I also started preliminary edits for The Midwife that took up much
We’re Going On A Novelmoon
On Tuesday, my husband and I leave for our novelmoon. What’s a novelmoon, you ask? Well, it’s kind of like a babymoon: a trip a couple takes to reconnect before the birth of their child (my novel, in this case).
Six Ways My Entrepreneur Husband’s Helped My Authorship
The past month, the biggest step my husband and I’ve taken to simplifying our lifestyle is that we’ve sold our outlet grocery store to two members of our family. We still own the building at this point and time, so my husband’s
Writing To My Own Beat
The little girls could have been twins with their ruffled peach skirts and delicate, egg-shell bows eclipsing gold-brown ringlets. Their movements on the rustic floor were not rehearsed or even in rhythm. And yet, their dance was far more beautiful for
Learning From Little Women
This weekend, my poor husband's been sick. Friday night, bored—and slightly bummed we weren’t out on a date—I broke my new TV rule, sat on the couch, ate yogurt, and watched Little Women while the rest of the Petersheim household slept. I have
The Stranger Who Changed Me
At ten years old, I borrowed a book from the library that had mistress in the title. Granted, the cover art featured a gilded carriage reminiscent of Cinderella, with sparkles that flashed in the spokes of the wheels. My mother did