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  • My first novel started with a mole. Yes, a MOLE - a freckle, a birthmark, whatever you want to call it.
  • I was at the pool with my daughter getting ignored by our swim instructor when a lifeguard with a particularly ripped abdomen walked by. He stopped to flirt with one of the female lifeguards and my eyes flew directly to an adorable mole on the top can of his six-pack.
  • "How cute!" I thought (among other things). "He looks like a character in a romance novel!"
  • So I went home and started writing fiction for the first time. That was over a year ago and I still haven't been able to stop. GRAVY is the story of a suburban housewife who wants another baby, but gets a man with a mole instead.
  • GRAVY is now available on Kindle and Nook!

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October 31, 2013


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Your posts crack me up


I couldn't live your lifestyle (I am almost embarrassingly in love with my husband, and I don't want anyone else) but besides that, I am so happy that you are happy. I remember reading your posts from when you were married (I've been reading your blog for a loooong time), and you always, somehow. Not happy, not unhappy. Bored, I guess. I'm also guessing the constant yelling like the Costanzas was tiring, too. I am glad you and Dave made up, though. I'm babbling, sorry. It's way early and I can't sleep. Whee!

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