I write like…

…Mario Puzo, apparently. Not sure how I feel about that. Unless, of course, makes me an offer I can’t refuse for my manuscript. Then I’ll know exactly how I feel about it. Who do you write like?

When reality and fiction meet

Yesterday I became British. One nationality’s just not enough, right? It involved paying the government around three weeks’ worth of wages, swearing allegiance to the Queen and all her successors, singing “God Save the Queen” and then going out for dim sum with my hubby and in-laws. The whole time I was sitting in the… Continue reading When reality and fiction meet