Whatcha readin’?

What I just read…

When Life Gives You LuluLemons, by Lauren Weisberger

A Spin Doctor, a stay-at-home lawyer, and a model walk into a bar…

Okay, not really, but when one of them is framed for a crime she did not commit, her friends come to the rescue. Lauren Weisberger is masterful in her ability to describe a character through dialogue. I’ll be re-reading When Life Gives You Lululemons as a study in character development through dialogue. Brava, Lauren!

What I’m reading right now…

When the opportunity arose, I did see the movie before reading the book. Loved the movie. Starting the book… tonight! (Note to self: read-up on the rules of Mah-Jong.)

Happy Reading!



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What’s Happenin’…

The first in my cozy mystery series, FLIPPIN’ THE BIRD, is out now, and probably already due for a cover change, so you can look for that coming soon.

Today, I thought I would write a little bit about one of the unique businesses that is a brief focus in Flippin’ The Bird.


Many, many years ago, my sweet parents started a little antique shop. At least, that was their vision for their retirement. What began with them renting one room in a little cinderblock building, snow-balled into buying the building, then adding an upstairs, then adding a barn… It’s been twenty-five years of being a part of their venture, at first as a passive participant, but in recent years, as the part owner/operator of what has turned into a 6,000 sq. ft. antique mini-mall with over 50 different dealers! And that’s what my Mom and Dad called retirement.

Now, retirement has truly come to pass. I helped to shift the business to a cooperative, then we passed the passion on to the many hands that made it such a success.

Anyway, you can get a tiny glimpse of the antique mall in one of the settings in the latest cozy mystery in the form of “Skye’s the Limit Antiques and Curiosities”. But beware. Skye is finding things in her antique shop that only the daughter of antique dealers with a very active imagination could turn up.

Happy Reading. Happy ‘Tiquing.

Whatcha Readin’? Whatcha Writin’? Where you talkin’?

Currently reading The Flight Attendant by Chris Bohjalian. Woo hoo. No spoilers from me!

Currently working on edits for book 2 in the Poropotank Peninsula Mystery Series: JAIL BIRD. Those wild -Smith women are at it again, solving a mystery, giving the locals something to talk about, and it may involve a little jail time. 

This Saturday, October 20th, I’ll be signing at A&W Collectables and Antique Mall. I’ll be under the red umbrella with “Chocolate, Chit-chat, and Tchotchkes. Y’all come! 3714 Richmond Road, Keswick, VA 22947. 9am-2PM. Come while the chocolate lasts.

World Building

A Place of One’s Own”

It was Virginia Woolf who wrote about the importance of a writer having her own space for the business of writing.

Virginia Woolf

And so often, especially amongst women, we do not value our time spent on our own careers. I know this from personal experience. It is so easy to allow your own endeavors to take a back seat to … well,… everything else: kids, spouses, homes, food preparation. Part societal, part pressure we place on ourselves. Just… don’t. Your kids are gonna be messed up, regardless. Don’t believe the perfect pictures everyone else posts on Facebook. Their kids are messed up too. Relieve yourself of the pressure and just consider that ship as having already set sail.

Twenty years ago, we bought our home. On the property was a very modest house, a shed with a roof and walls that were falling in, and the original house on the property. Don’t get any grandiose ideas. The original house was a one-room, cinderblock building. The roof was intact, but not much else. The flooring was a layer of gravel under a layer of tongue-in-groove boards under a layer of linoleum. Insulation? Ha ha. Don’t be silly. Windows? Truthfully, I can’t remember if there were still windows in the little house.Broken Door

The couple who used to live in the little house cooked their meals on a wood cook stove with just a single bare lightbulb dangling from the center of the ceiling in the 12ft. X 20ft house. (Yes, that’s about the size of a modest living room.) Today, we would call that a “tiny house” and it would be built on a flatbed trailer. Sadly, one of the first owners passed away. His wife later built the modular home that we would later live in. I was never lucky enough to meet the previous owners, long since gone, but I felt the house, the one acre lot, and the little out building all had good karma.

For years, the little cinderblock structure just sat there, in the back yard, very near our house. I had small children at the time, and they used it infrequently as a sort of playhouse, but in truth, it was far too creepy for them. (That’s all part and parcel of messing up your kids, but that’s a blog post for another day.)

One day, I decided it was worth the risk. I took out a $5,000 loan, hired a string of “good ol’ boy” builders and the little house took on new life. At first it was rented monthly to various people looking for moderately short-term housing. Honestly, that’s all it was fit for. It is TINY. It makes a “tiny house” look grand.Cottage

But then it came into its next life. Today, I rent “The Fox Den – A Writer’s Retreat” to weekend and weekly guests: people who just need a weekend away to recalibrate, writers who need a space to just “finish up this manuscript”.

And when it’s not in use by our guests? Well, I get a day or two in between guests, (not this week though), to go out, plug in the lap top, and write. There’s little I enjoy more than sharing the Fox Den. You can check it out here:

“A Place of One’s Own” – that’s my next project! In another corner of the yard, I began converting one of our two storage sheds into “A Place of (MY) Own”. I’ll post updated photos as my outdoor office begins to take shape. In the meantime, I’ll continue with my “world building” from my little desk in the living room – also known as the foyer. As a glimmer of hope to any other writers with small children; relish every minute on both ends – when they’re babies who disrupt your very real work as a writer, as well as when they are grumpy teens who sleep until noon. Just know that they will sleep late… someday… and then you too can carve out a “place of (your) own” toward building your writing career… even if it’s just a little space in your foyer.



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