The Enigma of Room 622 was my first encounter with Joël Dicker. I went into this book with no real expectations. But based on the amount of buzz it was generating in some of my reading circles and the book jacket copy I hoped for the best–an exciting, entertaining read that left me energized and…
For as long as I can remember, I’ve suffered from the January Blues–that overwhelming sense of sadness that envelopes you after the holidays. The days are dark and gray–the sun, apparently, on vacation until April. The twinkle lights that brought a sparkle and joy to December have been unplugged and tangled in a jumble in…
I sat on the floor in the wee hours of the morning. Twinkle lights blinked on and off in a tangle around my knees. Resin gingerbread people and plastic confections decked out in holiday reds, greens and sparkles littered the floor. And glitter coated my fingers and my pajama pants. I was hard at work…
Twix bars. Peppermint Patties. Kit Kats. Three Musketeers. Skittles. Reeses cups. Snickers. (Those last two are a new addition to our trick-or-treat basket since my son with food allergies now lives in Florida). Pretzels shaped like bats and Goldfish for the littlest haunts. I even threw in a bag of dum dums, “just in case”. …
I’m working on my book right now. Actually, I am working on two books. I know, I know . . . But one is fiction and one is non-fiction–sometimes you can’t pick just one. But because I write for my day job and for fun, I often find it hard to stop working all the…
If you’re reading this article you’ve probably suffered from imposter syndrome. In fact, you may be suffering from it right now. I know I sure am. I’ve been a full time writer for over two years. Before that, I wrote professionally as a side hustle. But I still struggle with how to tell people what…
