This is Rare Disease Week, culminating in the official Rare Disease Day on Friday.
Tuesday, February 25, 2014
Wednesday, February 19, 2014
All that Jazz
Jazz is really good at photobombing when I'm trying to photograph quilts, but she's always out of focus, because she never sits still.
I finally caught her settling down for a nap in a pile of manuscript boxes. The one she's actually lying inside contains a draft of A Four-Patch of Trouble, the one underneath that is A Stinkin' Plot, and the one on the bottom is a Stinkin' Stuff Farm sequel, Plowed Under. The other stack contains some of my more experimental work: (bottom to top) a post-apocalyptic cozy mystery featuring a cat therapist, a probate cozy (sort of a cross between a legal thriller and a cozy mystery), and finally Victoria and the Vapors, an homage to Sherlock Holmes.
Wednesday, February 12, 2014
It's official!
I have an author's page at Gemma Halliday Publishing now:
Author Page
(If the link doesn't work, try taking out the "www.")
The lack of a picture is my fault, not the publisher's. I'm getting the picture taken this coming weekend, and will forward it to the publisher next week. It should be up soon.
Author Page
(If the link doesn't work, try taking out the "www.")
The lack of a picture is my fault, not the publisher's. I'm getting the picture taken this coming weekend, and will forward it to the publisher next week. It should be up soon.
Wednesday, February 5, 2014
I love beta readers
They make me feel so smart.
A beta reader recently commented on how deftly I'd turned a cozy convention -- the cast of quirky friends -- a few degrees off-kilter by making the friends belong to someone other than my protagonist.
Of course, it wasn't intentional, but we won't tell her that, right? She thinks I did something brilliant, and I'm not going to tell her otherwise!
A beta reader recently commented on how deftly I'd turned a cozy convention -- the cast of quirky friends -- a few degrees off-kilter by making the friends belong to someone other than my protagonist.
Of course, it wasn't intentional, but we won't tell her that, right? She thinks I did something brilliant, and I'm not going to tell her otherwise!
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