The Firebirds (2012 Golden Heart finalists) are back for the April edition of Writer Wednesday. For this month’s prompt, we’re sharing our most embarrassing moments, putting them out there for the world to see. Crazy, huh? But I really believe two of the secrets of enjoying life are not being too uptight and being able to laugh at yourself when you look like an idiot.

Most of my embarrassing moments stem from my being somewhat of a klutz. I’ve always had a talent for tripping over my own feet. Usually it’s just my pride that’s hurt.

You know how it is. You trip or turn your ankle, or whatever the case may be, and the first thing you do is look around to see who might have witnessed your humiliation. Less important things, like checking for dislocated joints or broken limbs, can wait until later. Of course, there is ALWAYS someone there to witness it. That’s Murphy’s law.

I remember when I was a young teen walking to the bus stop. I was checking out this really cute guy, and I had on those platform shoes that were so popular at the time. (You know where this is going.) One minute, I was sashaying down the street, giving him my sweetest smile, and the next I was sprawled in the grass with my books scattered around me.

I wish I could say that I’ve totally outgrown my klutziness, but unfortunately, I haven’t. Some time back, I spent seven weeks on crutches after turning my ankle on a step. Walking on flat surfaces with crutches is pretty easy. Navigating steps can be tricky. Going up, your good foot leads. Coming down, your crutches lead. One step at a time. No shortcuts.

My first Sunday down off the platform at church, I hadn’t yet figured out the “no shortcuts” part of the equation. With my crutches on the bottom step, I decided to step right down to the floor. Except I couldn’t reach the floor. So I sailed through the air, making this smooth, graceful arc to land on my knees in the front pew. The preacher moved right into his message as if the pianist wasn’t kneeling, conspicuously facing the congregation, and when I turned around to look at my minister-of-music husband, he was still standing on the top step of the platform shaking his head.

A couple of weeks ago, I posted that I was a finalist for a RITA. (The RITA is like the Oscars of romance writing.) A formal awards ceremony will be held at the Romance Writers of America conference in San Diego this summer. When the winners’ names are announced, they walk up on stage, accompanied by their editors, give a short speech and accept their award. If I win, my thought processes will go something like this—What? Oh, my goodness! Did they just call my name? Aaaaahhhh!!!! Oh, God, please don’t let me trip, please don’t let me trip, please don’t let me trip…

What about you? Any embarrassing moments you’d like to share? Check out the links below to see how some of my writer friends have embarrassed themselves over the years.

Tamra Baumann – Priscilla Oliveras – Sharon Wray – Shelly Alexander – Natalie Meg Evans

I just finished reading Sit Stay Love, by Dana Mentink. It was such a fun story!

Cal Crawford is a cranky pro baseball pitcher who inherits his mother’s overweight, geriatric dog, a dachshund mix. He’s a busy man and doesn’t really like dogs, so he immediately calls a pet sitter.

Gina Palmer is an out-of-work kindergarten teacher who is crazy about dogs, so she takes the job. When she meets Cal and Tippy, she’s much more impressed with the dog than the man. She finds Cal uptight and egotistical, but falls instantly in love with Tippy.

Cal and Gina are from completely different worlds, but as she spends time with him, her opinion of him changes. With Gina’s help, Cal begins to mellow and see the blessings in his life

Sit, Stay, Love is a great story. Some parts are laugh-out-loud funny, and others had me teary. Tippy is amazingly sweet, but manages to get into all kinds of trouble, making her even more endearing. As mommy to an overweight, geriatric dachshund myself, I especially enjoyed Tippy.

If you like fun, light-hearted reads that make you laugh and cry, and old, lovable, mischievous dogs, Sit Stay Love is for you. And with part of the proceeds from the book being donated to Muttville Senior Dog Rescue, you can’t go wrong!

Click here to check out the book on Amazon.

Last Friday, I received news that was akin to getting “The Call” (news of an author’s first publishing contract—yes, that actually comes as a phone call). I had entered both Hidden Identity and Mistletoe Justice in the RITA. The RITA is the Oscars of romance writing. For the past month, I counted off the days until March 25.

Then I got up Friday morning and completely forgot that it was RITA announcement day. When my phone rang around 9:45 in the morning, I didn’t recognize the number and almost didn’t take the call. I changed my mind the last minute and picked it up. It was Adrienne Mishel telling me that I am being nominated for a RITA for Mistletoe Justice. After babbling incoherently for a few minutes, I thanked her then started calling family and friends.

I’m still basking in the afterglow. Saturday, after being out all morning, I came home to find a box from ProFlowers on my doorstep. Inside was a beautiful bouquet of tulips and irises and a box of fancy chocolates from my new editor,
Erin Calligan Mooney, and Waterfall Press.  They will be publishing my Murphy book. Then today, I got another surprise. The doorbell rang, and the florist delivered a lovely mixed bouquet from my agent, Nalini Akolekar, and Spencerhill Associates.

I’m walking on air and probably will be for awhile. The awards ceremony will be at the Romance Writers of America conference in San Diego in July. Now to pick out a gown. More on that later…

After taking a few months off, I’m back for another edition of Writer Wednesday. This month, several of my writer friends and I are sharing our favorite places to read and write. I love to kick back in the recliner with a good book and my afghan (lovingly crocheted by my sweet mom). As soon as I sit down, I’ve got company.

Sometimes I write in the recliner, too, but as someone who loves nature, I feel most inspired when I can be outside. Since I live in Florida, that’s pretty much year around. So I usually take my laptop and head out to the screen room.

I love the view, looking out over the golf course. It’s so serene–the rolling landscape, the Spanish moss hanging from the trees, the breeze rustling the leaves. It’s the perfect setting to get those creative juices flowing.

Check out what my writer friends have to say at the links below.

Jean Willett – Kristen Ethridge – Priscilla Oliveras – Sharon Wray – Tamra Baumann – Shelly Alexander

For this month’s Writer Wednesday, we’re all talking about our phobias.

I’m not afraid of snakes or the dark, or even public speaking. But I do have one phobia. It all started the summer I turned 14.

My dad was a general contractor and always built the homes we lived in. We made one of these moves in the summer of 1974. During the four months my dad was constructing the new place, we lived at my grandmother’s house. I had been there plenty of times previously, had even spent the night, but it wasn’t until we moved in that I met all the other “residents.” Spiders. Big, hairy spiders that grow to be the size of your hand. My grandmother would never kill a spider. She insisted they were good to have around, that they kill the roaches. But for me, those four months were like something out of a horror movie. I never knew when I was going to run into one. One day, I pulled the jigsaw puzzle I’d been working on out from under my bed and headed toward the living room. I had reached the center of the room before I glanced down, and there in the middle of my puzzle board, staring up at me, was one of the biggest spiders I’d seen yet. Amazingly enough, instead of slinging puzzle pieces all over the room, I somehow made it to the piano bench with the board before going into hysterics. In September, my dad finally got our house finished and I was able to escape Spider Central, but the damage had already been done.

My husband Chris is very understanding of my spider phobia and tries his hardest to warn me if there’s a spider around, without instilling panic. The problem is, as soon as he says my name, I know. It’s the spider tone. All he has to do is say, “Carol,” and the panic starts to build. One night, after dinner and movies at my sister’s house, we got home at two a.m. I crossed in front of the car headed toward the front door, when, in the glow of the porch light, Chris saw a huge web with its occupant sitting in the center. Afraid I would walk toward him and through the web, he calmly told me to go straight to the front door. Unfortunately, I recognized the spider tone and in my panic ran to him, right through the web. As soon as I felt the sticky threads, I knew what I had done. Chris thoroughly checked my hair and clothes, but we never did find the spider. Eventually I calmed down, the neighbors got back to sleep and all was fine.

Chris isn’t the only one with the spider tone. I apparently have one, too. The moment I call his name, he instantly knows if I’ve seen a spider. I won’t get close enough to actually kill one. Thank the Lord, every time I’ve found one inside, my knight in shining armor has been there to protect me. There was one time, though, that I did have to deal with it. This one wasn’t inside. It was in the mailbox, a black widow. Chris wasn’t home and I was afraid I would forget about it and reach my hand into the box. I found a brick and hurled it as hard as I could. When he got home, he wanted to know why the mailbox was sitting cockeyed on the post. But the spider was dead.

All spiders are terrifying, no matter their size, but the wolf spiders are the scariest. Not only are they big and ugly, but they jump. (LiveScience describes them as athletic.) If you spray them, instead of running away, they jump on you. A friend of mine sprayed a huge one on his door jamb, and it landed on his neck. (That would have been it for me. At that point, you could have just taken me out and buried me.)

It’s been forty years since that fateful summer at my grandmother’s house, but I still occasionally fly out of bed in the middle of the night because I’ve dreamed there are spiders all over my pillow. For this post, I wanted to find a nice creepy photo for you to enjoy. I typed wolf spider into a Google search and all kinds of pictures came up. That lasted all of three seconds. I can’t even look at them on the computer screen. In fact, writing this blog post is probably going to give me nightmares.

What about you? Do you have any phobias? Do they ever invade your dreams? I’d love to hear about it. Meanwhile, check out what my writer friends have to say at the links below.  (For future Writer Wednesday topics, see the calendar at the bottom of this post.)

Kay Hudson – Priscilla Kissinger – Wendy LaCapra – Tamra Baumann

Also this month, we’re celebrating Firebird sister Tamra Baumann’s release of her new book, It Had to Be Love. Here’s the blurb:

Tara Carter isn’t looking for romance. She’s content seeing patients at her new practice by day, then going home and cuddling with her puppy at night. Her new life in the tiny town of Anderson Butte, Colorado—known by celebrities as the place to lie low—is the perfect respite for a woman with a whopper of a secret. There’s just one problem: the town’s sexy sheriff knows she’s hiding something.

Sheriff Ryan Anderson, weary of small-town drama, has sworn off dating locals and thinks a fresh start in a bigger city is in order. However, the more he gets to know Tara, the more his heart tells him that she could be the woman of his dreams. But he wants to get to the bottom of whatever she’s trying so hard to keep under wraps. Can he uncover her secret before it drives them apart forever?

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The Firebirds are back for the August edition of Writer Wednesday. For this month’s prompt, we’re sharing interesting search results.

Sometime back, I was looking for a way to kill someone and have it look like suicide. (Maybe I should explain here that I write suspense.) I decided to have the villain inject drugs into the victim so it would appear that she committed suicide by overdosing. During my search, I found a rather interesting website called Guns, Drugs and Bad Ideas. I ran across a forum where people were sharing their experiences with crushing and shooting up different substances. Based on those posts, I settled on oxycodone as my drug of choice.

Another search that yielded some interesting results was when I asked the question, “How fast do bodies decompose?” The short answer is, “It depends.” A lot of factors come into play, including temperature, weather conditions and whether the body is buried or exposed. For anyone with a strong stomach, there are plenty of pictures to help with writing those descriptions.

Two of the searches I did on my most recent project were how to launder money and how to make a pipe bomb. I haven’t tried either, but I now know how to do both and have incorporated them into my book.

Having so much information at our fingertips is such an advantage in writing stories that ring true. I don’t know how writers did it back in the “old” days.  My husband has his concerns, though. He keeps expecting men in black suits to walk up the sidewalk and haul me in for questioning.

What kind of searches have you done? Anything fun? Anything that could get you in trouble? I’d love to hear about it. Meanwhile, check out what my writer friends have to say at the links below.  (For future Writer Wednesday topics, see the calendar at the bottom of this post.)

Kay Hudson – Jean Willett – Priscilla Kissinger – Wendy LaCapra – Pamela Kopfler

Kat Cantrell – Kristen Ethridge – Natalie Meg Evans – Sharon Wray

Also this month, we’re celebrating Firebird sister Kristen Ethridge’s release of her new book, The Doctor’s Unexpected Family. Here’s the blurb:

Dr. Pete Shipley is on a mission to save lives and he’s ready to move to another corner of the world where his skills are needed. City Councilwoman Angela Ruiz is a single parent fighting to save her hometown after Hurricane Hope tears through Port Provident, leaving destruction across the community she has sworn to serve. Together, they team up to found The Grace Space, a Christian-based community gathering spot in the heart of Angela’s district, where residents can get food, household goods, and basic medical care while Port Provident rebuilds after the storm.When Pete’s appointment to an international medical mission comes, will the doctor follow his lifelong dream and leave Port Provident, The Grace Space, and Angela and her daughter—or will he stay with the family he didn’t expect to love and realize he can change the world without leaving home?Hurricane Hope: One storm changes Port Provident forever…and for good.

Have you ever received a rejection letter where an editor or agent said there are problems with pacing in your story? Pacing problems can be hard to analyze and fix. The whole concept seems much more abstract than, say, characterization or plot.

So what, exactly, is pacing?

Pacing is the rhythm of a novel and the speed at which the events unfold. It’s what propels the story forward and pulls the reader through each new scene. If the pace is too fast, characters seem shallow and the story lacks depth. The reader doesn’t connect on an emotional level, which leaves her feeling unsatisfied. If the pace is too slow, the story drags and the reader becomes bored.

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I am on “Seeking with all Yur Heart” today. To read the interview, go to  To check out Lisa’s awesome review of Hidden Identity click here: . (She gave it 5+ out of 5 stars!). And for a chance to win a signed copy of Hidden Identity, click here: .

I was interviewed today by Melanie at Christian Bookshelf Reviews.  Follow the link and enter the drawing to win an autographed copy of Hidden Identity.  http://christianbookshelfreviews.blogspot.com/