There’s this thing that I do, and I’m wondering if you do it too. A little story: (You knew there was a story coming, I bet.) I was sitting on the couch watching television with my Sweet Husband, and I started thinking about cookies. Not just any cookies, but specifically the two dozen homemade chocolate …Read More

      This is probably one of those blogs I shouldn’t write, but impulsivity and I are old, old friends. (Remember that time I decided to wear only clothes from Wal-Mart for a year? Yeah.) I get a lot of very generous feedback about my writing. Some of it in the form of reviews, …Read More

Until last week I hadn’t been to Thrillerfest, the annual gathering of International Thriller Writers, in several years. Many of my friends refuse to miss it, and I understand why: it’s great fun. Plus, it’s always held in New York City at The Grand Hyatt at Grand Central Terminal, so there are endless things to do if …Read More

There are those nights when I wake at 3 a.m. and lie there and think of all I didn’t get done the day before.  It’s a terribly lonesome, hopeless feeling. There’s no popping out of bed for a last-minute do-over, and it’s way too early (for me, anyway) to even think about getting up. If I’m …Read More

The status of an interesting woman I follow on Twitter recently posited, “What’s your most surprising desire?” I was getting ready to start my evening chores (watering the garden, kitty maintenance, closing the driveway gate), but the question pulled me up short. I felt compelled to go to the front window–one of my favorite thinking …Read More

A few months ago, a good friend called to ask if she could throw me a BLISS HOUSE launch lunch at the St. Louis restaurant she runs. Karen Mott is actually a first cousin of my husband, Pinckney, but she is a friend, indeed.   Isn’t it a wonderful thing when a friend calls out of …Read More

  BLISS HOUSE is number four. I never imagined I would have four novels out in the world, all available in one form or another. In fact, for at least half of my life I never thought seriously of being a writer at all. But then I suddenly, irrevocably, absolutely knew that it was what I …Read More

  This is my childhood piano: A Baldwin spinet that was already seven or eight years old when my parents bought it. I was about nine when it came to live at our house, so we’re roughly the same age. It was long both the instrument of my torture and my delight. Maybe I’ve written …Read More

Today was a holiday. Holiday. Holy Day. Officially, it was a holy day of obligation, which means I should’ve been at church bright and early, mindful of the children tripping over one another at the Easter egg hunt, and sharing communion with my church family. But for various reasons I didn’t make it there this …Read More

Carolyn Haines, wildly prolific author of over 70 (!) books, has been on my radar screen for a long, long time. But I’ve just gotten to know her a little better, and I want to introduce her to you, too. Carolyn writes and lives way down in Alabama, and while I think she would laugh …Read More