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Monday Mayhem – Food for thought

Confession time: I’m not a domestic goddess. I loathe housework. I have no craft/sewing skills at all. And…I’m not a good cook.

Seriously. I not only own this towel, but I have the matching mug.


It isn’t that my food is inedible. It’s just food prepared by someone who’d rather be doing something else. The same can be said for most of my homemaking skills. I do it if I have to, but given an alternative….

Once the kids grew up and moved out, we discovered what lazy slobs we actually are. Fodder and I can live with our own mess for a disturbingly long time. I think this is because our mess is mainly clutter and not actual filth.

At least, that’s what I tell myself.

Writing was once a hobby, but is now a profession. One that leaves me little time for fooling with hot glue guns. I avoid Pintrest as much as humanly possible. I don’t need someone else’s pleasure turning into my frustrating procrastination.


But I’ve been thinking about food a lot lately. Mostly because we’ve hit the end of summer rut-that dreaded time when cooking is out of the question and even a trip to one of our favorite eateries seems like a chore. Don’t get me wrong, I love to eat out. When asked my favorite thing to make for dinner, I will answer “reservations” without hesitation.

Unfortunately, eating out is not only expensive, it plays hell with the waistline.

I can come up with a half-dozen plausible reasons for the weight I’ve gained in the last two years, but I know that one of the largest factors has been my refusal to prepare my own food whenever possible.

But I’m slow and miserable and something has to change.

I spent most of Sunday in the kitchen prepping foods that can be easily converted into meals throughout the week. I’m not claiming any of these are low-fat, anti-carb, super-duper diet foods. I’m past self-denial and working more along the lines of control and moderation.

Little compromises.

We started the morning with the dreaded trip to the grocery store and rewarded our fortitude by having meatloaf for dinner. In an effort to make an effort, I used lean ground sirloin, and skipped the oven-roasted potatoes we usually have on the side. While it was baking, I poached chicken breasts to make stock for chicken and dumplings, and enough to experiment with a new chicken salad recipe. I also roasted natural almonds in a bit of olive oil to give them some snap.

I’m hoping the weather breaks in the next few weeks. I love crock pot season.

Don’t worry, I made words between all these activities. And, just so you know I haven’t been body snatched, I’d like to remind you all that we are coming into college football season. That means there’s fresh candy corn in the stores.

Bon appetite!




Monday Mayhem – MOAR!

I can’t come to the blog right now, I’m busy recovering (moping) after the end of a fabulous weekend spent with pals Julie and Laurie. Now that Laurie is just four hours to the north, we are luring our friends to the region with the promise of a two-fer. So far, we’ve scored big with the Canadians in the crowd.

You get MOAR, when you visit MO & AR!


As you can imagine, very little writing was done this weekend, but we did manage to eat our way through central Arkansas.

One of the (many) highlights was having the chance to go to the movies together. We saw Florence Foster Jenkins, which we all enjoyed a great deal.

Tell me, what’s the best thing you’ve seen in the theaters lately?


Monday Mayhem – Fielding curveballs

So yeah, busy, busy week!

Received first round edits on A BOLT FROM THE BLUE from editor and she LOVED it! Yay! Always such a relief. Particularly this time, because I had to turn this story around so quickly. The only other person who has seen it is Jewels, and we all know she’ll say anything for a PayDay bar.

As with every manuscript, I had one word in particular I abused until my intrepid editor screamed for mercy. This time, I was enamored with the word ‘it’. We won’t talk about how times I had to rework it.


The back cover copy isn’t officially official, and there’s no cover art yet, but here is a sneak peek at what they’ve cooked up so far:

True love, like lightning, never strikes twice—or does it? 

As a free-spirited young woman, Hope Elliot was desperate to escape her snobbish high society family. So she ran off to Paris, where she lived for twenty-five years. Now widowed, she’s come home to settle her family’s massive lakefront estate. But before she can put her mother’s house on the market, it needs a major renovation. Enter master electrician Mick McInnes, a traditional guy who’s about to turn her life upside down . . .

Aside from the fact that Mick is hopelessly attracted to his latest client, Hope represents everything he doesn’t want in a woman. She’s ridiculously rich and adventurous, yet she doesn’t seem to know much about the real world. Besides, his policy is to never get involved with clients. But he can’t seem to resist the Chicago heiress’s sizzling advances—and soon enough finds himself in her bed, feeling like a teenager once again. And like teenagers, the two of them will just have to convince their families that opposites can not only attract, but they can also make the perfect match . . .

Then Wednesday, the big news about my new deal with Sourcebooks broke in Publisher’s Marketplace:


Whoo hoo! Danny and Kate will be coming to you digitally and in mass market paperback next fall! Just in time for college football season!

While I was celebrating the announcement, I couldn’t help thinking about how happy my mom would have been to hear that some of my books will be shelved in brick and mortar stores. Thursday marked six months since her passing, and while I try not to dwell on sadness, I’m all too aware that I am still grieving.


It has been quite a year. More downs than ups. It seems that all year long my family and friends have been dealing with hefty doses of sadness, topped with mountains of worry. But through it all, we laugh and tease and do what we can to lighten the load a bit. There are days, and then there are days, you know? But, as Mom would have reminded us, this too shall pass. On her repeated instruction, I’m trying very hard not to let my little heart grow weary.

Throughout the week, I’ve watched the Olympics. While I’m not crazy about NBC’s coverage, I never tire of hearing the athletes’ stories. I have also been working on a magazine article and a short story I hope to submit for an anthology. It’s a bit of a cat and mouse caper, and I hope it plays out well.

This week, I clean house because company is coming! Be on the lookout for photos of our antics next Monday!

What’s on your agenda this week?


Monday Mayhem – We interrupt your productivity for…


I got so little done this weekend. Hard to keep your mind in the story when you’re busy yelling at the television. I always forget how compelling the Olympics are.  Aside from the usual suspects – swigging, gymnastics, volleyball – find myself watching sports I never imagined enjoying. Fencing, Cycling road races. Archery. And the new love of my life…women’s rugby sevens.


Hubby didn’t understand why I was so stoked about it. I’ve watched rugby before. I adore American football, so rugby isn’t a stretch for me. I know how brutal the game is. I’m a big fan of Kat Latham’s London Legends rugby romances. I’ve just never seen women going at it so hard, so fast, and so strong. These women kick ass, and I am a fan!

In the meantime, I’m chipping away at my daily word count here and there. I’ve set a new goal that started August 1 – With 153 days left in the year, I’ve committed to writing a minimum 500 words per day for 150 of those days. A manageable goal, I think.

Oh, and rumor has it there will be a nifty announcement coming soon.

What’s keeping you entertained this week?


Monday Mayhem – Summertime, summertime, sum-sum-summertime

I’m one of those people who love summer. Even summers in Arkansas. Oh, it’s hot, but let’s be real, we live in the age of sub-arctic air conditioning. It’s always been easier for me to cool down in the summer than to warm up in the winter. So the switch from living in a place with 10 months of winter to one with 10 months of summer was probably a good thing.

But, no matter where I live, there are some things that are forever linked to summer in my head. Here are a few:

  1. Cicadas. Now, I’m not saying I enjoy the creepy drone that comes with the seven year infestation, but I do like to hear the sound of a cicada buzzing it’s heart out on a summer evening. For that reason, this is still one of my favorite cartoons ever:cicadas
  2. Sweet corn. You can take the girl out of Central Illinois, but you can’t make her any less corny.cb654182adde2a87e86b33fe06c01d24
  3. Daylight Savings Time. I know. Some people hate it, but I love it. I love having more daylight at the end of the day. There’s nothing worse than coming home from work in the dark. 2013-03-13-enddaylightsavingstime
  4. The drone of a fan. Due to allergies and other sensitivities, we do sleep with a fan in the bedroom. But sometimes…on Sunday afternoons…when it’s too hot to do anything else…I like to turn on the portable fan in my little hideaway here, and snuggle in for a small snoozle.ecco-fan-chrome

Rice Krispies Treats. Confession: I am a bit of a snob when it comes to Rice Krispies Treats. I only eat the homemade kind. And, for some reason, I only make them in the summertime. No idea why. Most likely some subliminal advertising from my childhood run amok.the-original-treats

Well, welcome to August, my friends. Summer will be winding down (except here – we hang on until October) and you know what comes next!!!!



What about you? What are some of the signs of summer for you?