Tools for culling repetitious words from your writing

Before I started working in charity communications, I spent four years teaching English as a foreign language in Prague and London. One of my first classes was full of Czech bankers who gave up their Saturdays to learn English. They were an intermediate-level group, so they could make themselves understood but were far from fluent.… Continue reading Tools for culling repetitious words from your writing

How a small community can smother your characters

As a contemporary romance writer, I know that series set in small towns and tight-knit communities are insanely popular. But there’s also a danger that, as a series grows, those communities can begin to smother the vibrancy of later novels and their characters. This isn’t just a danger with small-town contemporary romance. It can happen… Continue reading How a small community can smother your characters

Discovering the book you wish you’d written

A few weeks ago, I sat down to read a book by a new-to-me author that’s coming out soon. The premise had sounded intriguing, but to be honest, I’d requested it along with about a dozen others so by the time I started reading it I couldn’t even remember what it was supposed to be… Continue reading Discovering the book you wish you’d written

Attack of the overbearing body parts

For some reason, my first drafts tend to be dominated by one body part, and it’s probably not one you’d expect, considering I’m a romance writer. I hadn’t realized I had a bullying body part until one of my beta readers returned her incredibly helpful comments on the novel manuscript I wrote last year. Throughout… Continue reading Attack of the overbearing body parts

The worst thing I’ve ever written didn’t kill me

In the months leading up to my college graduation, I panicked. What the hell could you do with an English degree except teach or go to law school – neither of which I was very excited about? I took the LSAT, but only because I watched a lot of Law & Order and wanted to… Continue reading The worst thing I’ve ever written didn’t kill me