Killer Dog!

Awww! Isn't he sweet? I just want to take him home and hide my shoes.

EKM

Seperated at Birth?

This is Snow Miser from "A Year Without a Santa Claus"












And this is Leslie Keno, an appraiser from Antiques Roadshow.




Seperated at Birth? What do you think?



Thanks for reading,

EKM

How to humiliate yourself - Part Deux

Hooray, someone else there has humiliated themselves worse than I have! I probably shouldn't be so gleeful, after all my humiliation wasn't beamed into the homes of over millions of CNN viewers, but I couldn't help smiling when I heard about CNN anchor's faux pas.

Apparently, she forgot to turn her mic off when she went to the bathroom. So during President Bush's Hurricane Katrina announcement, viewers could hear her not only unzipping her pants but also talking about how great her husband was, and how her sister-in-law is a control freak among other gems, before someone finally went into the bathroom to let her know her mic was still on.

CNN is trying to defuse the embarrassment by saying that it wasn't her fault, that it was a "technical malfunction".

Right!

All I know is the holidays are going to be awfully uncomfortable this year.

Thanks for reading.

EKM

End of Summer Recap

Wow, the end of summer is rapidly approaching. Next Monday is Labor day, where did the summer go? Although technically fall doesn't start until like September 21 or something, I thought I'd recap what I did this summer:

1) Went to RWA National in Atlanta

2) Went to a strip club for the first time

3) Wrote 2 YA partials

4) Submitted very first YA I wrote to 10 agents

5) Have collected 4 rejections thus far

6) Went to a speed dating event

7) Dated Fun guy

8) Dumped by Fun Guy

9) Went to Chicago for wedding of old friend

10) Started online YA class at Media Bistro

11) Outlined new YA novel for class

12) Read about 20 books

13) Tried to see Scottish play in Central Park with Liev Schreiber and Jennifer Ehle. Got rained out.

14) Joined JDate

15) Cancelled membership in JDate

16) Read depressing memoirs about dating in New York

17) Planned trip to Prague

18) Trip to Prague was cancelled

19) Gave up on Auction guy who turned out to be as big an ass as his friend Fun Guy.

20) Had fun time with London friend, so now going to London in October since Prague trip cancelled.

21) Attended funeral of lovely friend's father.

22) Lost luggage after RWA National conference thanks to incompetence of Continental

23) Reconnected with old high school friend thanks to the wonder of Google.

24) Had dinner with lovely LA friend.

25) Had wonderful time at Diana Peterfreund's book party where I pitched YA trilogy to lovely agent.


Wow, I guess my summer was even busier than I thought it was!

Thanks for reading!

EKM

My 0.02 for what it's worth

So, everyone is up in arms over the new Survivor that's premiering in a few weeks. For anyone who's been under a rock, Mark Burnett had the brilliant idea of seperating the contestants according to race. So we have the African-American team, the Hispanic team, the White team, and the Asian team. My question for him is this, if you have Indian contestants where do they go? The Asian or would they get their own team? I mean really if you're going to seperate people by race, by limit yourself to those for? How about an Eskimo team or a Native American team?

I don't know why anyone expected anything better out of Mark Burnett. This after all is the man who admitted that if Erika Vetrini had called Omarosa the "N" word as Omarosa claimed, he would have aired it. A man who prides himself on being politically incorrect. You know, because he's European and all. He also made the statement that he'd noticed that alot of people in this country only socialize within their own ethnic group. I'm not going to argue with him about that by stating that I personally socialize among a wide range of people, because I'm sure that in the heartland that's probably the case. But you know I don't have alot of Muslim friends, so does that mean Mark Burnett should divide the tribes along religious lines as well?

Whatever you may think about this whole idea, you have to admit that Mark Burnett is a brilliant marketer. Survivor has been on the air for 6 years now, the ratings are falling, they haven't come up with an outsize personality lately like Rupert, Johnny Fairplay or Richard Hatch. Shows like Amazing Race and Project Runway are gaining momentum. Even The Apprentice is losing ground (that may have more to do with the fact that Donald Trump is an acquired taste).

So what do you do to get people interested in your show for it's 13th season? Play the race card. The biggest hot topic in America right now, particularly in the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina (see all the articles regarding the racist attitudes towards the black citizens of New Orleans who are still waiting to have their homes repaired). Remember Kanye West's statement that GB doesn't care about black people? And Barbara Bush's comment about the people who'd been evacuated in the Astrodome in Houston not leaving?

Without realizing it, Mark Burnett has opened the door to American's talking about race if only to chastize him.

So kudos to Mark Burnett. I still won't watch Survivor. I'd rather knaw off my own foot before I turn the channel to 2 at 8 p.m. on a Thursday night. But hey that's just me.

Thanks for reading!

EKM

How to humiliate yourself - 21st Century edition

Okay, how many people ever drunk-dialed an ex? Raise their hands!

Well now thanks to the technology of text-messaging, you can embarrass yourself without even having to talk to the person. Yes, I'm talking about TWI, aka texting while intoxicated. I have many DWI violations (dialing while intoxicated) but last night I hit a new low when I text-messaged Fun Guy to find out what the hell had gone wrong.

I know, I know, I should have left well enough alone. I mean he's all wrong for me but we have this sexual chemistry. Astrologically speaking, it's all there. It's like a scary obsession or something. We're in Red Shoes Diary territory. So there I was at AquaGrill drinking a very nice Muscadet, the same restaurant Fun Guy and I had been to several weeks ago, when I couldn't help myself and my fingers did the walking.

Of course, you know, nothing good could come of this. Does it ever? I've found out exes have been engaged through drunk dialing, I once begged ex-sweetie pie to tell me why he wouldn't marry me once while drunk dialing. See, someone should have said, "Put the phone down and slide it over." And basically confiscated it until I sobered up.

First of all, he didn't even know who the text message was from. Isn't that special? He'd already deleted me from his phone. Okay, so I deleted first, but still, you'd think he'd recognize the number! But I think it was the "Uggh, actresses," part that really tipped it for me. Please, tell me that I deserve better, or tell me that I have halitosis, but don't use the fact that I was once an actress to condemn me for wanting answers! I hate that shit.

This is the reality of dating in New York. There are so few decent guys, that we can convince ourselves that someone who isn't fit to wipe our shoes, is somehow our soul-mate.

The good news? I can actually use this in the YA novel that I'm writing right now. I mean come one, some kid must have dumped a girl via text message. I can't be the only one. Oh, and I also signed up for another speed dating event. So there is a silver lining, I guess.

Oh, and it would make one hell of a Black Lace book!

Thanks for reading!

EKM

Slave to Sensation

I am participating in a blogging experiment hosted at dearauthor.com. To enter the contest, put up this blurb, image, and trackback and you are entered to win the following prize package.

$200 Amazon gift certificate
Signed copy of Slave to Sensation
New Zealand goodies chosen by Singh
ARC of Christine Feehan's October 31 release: Conspiracy Game
You can read about the experiment here and you can download the code that you need to participate here.

SLAVE TO SENSATION
Nalini Singh
Berkley / September 2006















Welcome to a future where emotion is a crime and powers of the mind clash brutally against those of the heart.

Sascha Duncan is one of the Psy, a psychic race that has cut off its emotions in an effort to prevent murderous insanity. Those who feel are punished by having their brains wiped clean, their personalities and memories destroyed.

Lucas Hunter is a Changeling, a shapeshifter who craves sensation, lives for touch. When their separate worlds collide in the serial murders of Changeling women, Lucas and Sascha must remain bound to their identities…or sacrifice everything for a taste of darkest temptation.

Excerpt

Real Estate Porn - Chicago Edition

Okay, as anyone who reads this blog knows, I'm totally into Real Estate porn. I read the Sunday New York Times real estate section religiously. I surf new building websites, and sites like Corcoran and Douglas Elliman. I've even surfed websites in London (for the day that I when Megamillions and I move), but now I've found a new city to focus on: Chicago.

See, I'm a member of the Art Deco Society here in New York, and there was a link on their site to the Chicago Art Deco Society. So of course I had to click on over. Unlike New York, they have a section on their site concerning Art Deco real estate. And that's where I saw it, the most perfect building if I had a few million to spend. The Palmolive Building.

If you don't believe me, check out their website: www.palmolivebuilding.com and see for yourself. Or just check out the bedroom in the $10 million penthouse that someone has already bought. Which is on the 37th Floor with amazing views. And the fireplace! I love the fact that there's enough room to walk around and have furniture other than the bed in the room.

This place is a duplex with three bedrooms, walk-in closets, a breakfast room, full dining room, parlor, wetbar, library, media room, guest suite, not to mention bathrooms galore. And it's in a historical building.

And the kitchens? I might even crack open all my Martha Stewart Everday Food magazines or my Rachael Ray cookbook for these kitchens. Not to mention the airconditioning that's already included in all the units.

You can tell by the details that they've kept things in line with the historical nature of the building, which I love, love, love.

This is exactly the type of building that I salivate over living in. I'd even contemplate moving to Chicago, if I could live in this building (or something similar).

Anyone have a dream house or apartment?

Thanks for reading!

EKM

What Time of Day Are You!

I'm plotting, plus I have allergies today, so thanks to the always wonderful Diana Peterfreund, I'm throwing up a blog quiz.

You Are Sunrise

You enjoy living a slow, fulfilling life. You enjoy living every moment, no matter how ordinary. You are a person of reflection and meditation. You start and end every day by looking inward. Caring and giving, you enjoy making people happy. You're often cooking for friends or buying them gifts. All in all, you know how to love life for what it is - not for how it should be.

What Time Of Day Are You?

Pretty funny, considering I'm not a morning person! Although the rest of it is pretty accurate.

Thanks for reading!

EKM

Sweet Savage Bin Laden

Oh My God. I just read the funniest excerpt in Harpers magazine (not to be confused with Harpers Bazaar, which is a completely different animal).

Kola Boof wrote a book called "Diary of a Lost girl: The Autobiography of Kola Boof" where she claims that she was Osama bin Laden's love slave for six months on his estate in Morocco in 1996. This excerpt features the worst purple prose I have ever read in my life. I was howling last night when I read it. My favorite bit is when she describes bin Laden as having "a zesty salmon-orange complexion and very sexy Negro-like facial features, forged by generations of desert sun."

I'm wondering if she got hired at Day's of our Lives because of the book or fired because of it. Even the winners of AAR's Purple Prose parody couldn't come up with some of the gems Kola Boof comes up with.

I'm telling you reading this made my day. If you want to read the whole thing you can read it here. Just don't drink anything while you're reading, or I swear you will spew it.

Then after you read that, check out Popwatch on EW for a spoof mash note from Osama bin Laden to Whitney Houston. You have to scroll down for it, but it's worth it. I'm not quite sure where people were coming from in the comments section. Apparently too many people missed the funny.

Oh, and in other news, Tom Cruise's production company got canned by Paramount. Sumner Redstone felt that Mr. Cruise's behavior reflected badly on the company.

Thanks for reading!

EKM

Open Letter to George Clooney

Dear George,

It has recently come to my attention that your thoughts might be turning towards settling down, or at least that you are thinking about the possibility of having a child. Well, George, I am the woman for you.

See, George, I'm unlike most of the women that you've dated in Hollywood. For one thing I am not a bimbo. I actually had talent when I was still acting. But now I'm pursuing a career as a writer of fiction, particularly young adult fiction, so you see my career in no way conflicts with yours. I wouldn't be with you just to be seen or to promote my career. I would be with you just because I think you are an interesting and fascinating man.

Also, while I think you're talented and gorgeous and all that, I'm not easily impressed by your fame. After all, I remember when you had big hair and were on Facts of Life. Despite your Oscar, and your celebrity friends like Brad Pitt, you'll still be the guy who was on Baby Talk.

Also, I love Italy. I would be quite happy to spend my entire pregnancy at your villa in Lake Como, getting fat on pasta and tiramisu. I have one request. The pig has to go. No offense to pig lovers everywhere, but I don't think the baby needs a vietnamese pot belly pig as a babysitter. Later on, we can get a nice lab or a golden retriever, but no pig.

Ah George, we wouldn't even have to live together. A nice apartment in New York on the Upper West Side (I prefer Riverside Drive instead of CPW) would be sufficient, and you can visit myself and the baby anytime.

Of course, I would prefer that we conceive our child the old fashioned way, and not the Tom Cruise turkey baster method (ooh, did I say that?). It may take awhile for me to conceive, but I plan on giving it the old college try. How about you?

Now, I know my age might be a deterrant to you, particularly since you seem to prefer brunettes with large breasts in their early thirties. But I'm quite ready to settle down and to give birth. While I'm gestating, I figure I can write 3 or 4 manuscripts therefor multi-tasking. I'm hoping that we have a boy.

So, what do you say George?

Thanks for reading!

EKM

Eek!

Your Horoscope for August 21, 2006 SCORPIO

There are many challenges taking place in your life at the moment and not all of them are welcome, but if you think positive at all times there is no reason why you should not turn them into opportunities. You are often at your best when your back is to the wall, so get motivated and make things happen.

Challenges? I've already recieved two rejections on Crazy Little Thing Called Love in the last week, that's a challenge. And the people that I work for have not thanked me for packing up their stuff on their desk, since we had new phones put in. So it's a challenge for me not to rip their heads off. I have no idea what I'm doing with my current manuscript, another challenge.

All in all, pretty accurate. What does your horoscope for today say? Hopefully it's better than mine!

Thanks for reading.

EKM

Chi-Town

Well, I flew back from Chicago this morning and boy are my arms tired! Yes, I know a bad joke but I really am tired. My flight this morning was at 7:10 a.m. and we actually arrived back in New York, a half an hour early. Yeah, Air-Tran! Yesterday we also arrived early in Chicago, and they didn't lose my luggage, meaning they automatically go to the top of my list of airlines (take that Continental). All that and my flight was only $89 each way, and I could upgraded to Business class for only $35 if I'd wanted too. I wish I had since I found it really hard to sleep with the little kids sitting behind me kicking my seat.

So Chicago was awesome. I could totally see living there. I took the EL into town, and then walked to my hotel on East Wacker Drive. Holy cannoli, there was the Tribune building and the Chicago River. Cool beans. It looked exactly like that movie that Rob Lowe and Demi Moore were in, where they played two impossibly beautiful people who fall in love and have incredible sex in the bathtub, still being aware enough at the climax to pour water on themselves. Do you know anyone who has ever done that?

My hotel, the Hyatt Regency was probably the biggest hotel I have ever seen in my life. Seriously, this place is like 2 city blocks long. Even the Adams Mark in Dallas wasn't as big as the Hyatt Regency. I was staying in the East Tower, and my room was lovely. A King Bed, plus a couch and a lovely armchair. I only wish I'd had more of a chance to enjoy it. I love hotels, primarily because I don't have to make the bed, nor clean the bathroom.

I immediately headed out to Marshall Field's/Macy's. FYI, Marshall Field is like the most famous department store in the Midwest. Founded in the 19th century by Marshall Field, the flagship store has been open since 1907. It's famous for it's Oak Room and Frango mints, among other things. Recently however, Federated Department stores, which owns Macy's bought the Marshall Field's parent company, and decided to turn all the Robinson-May and Marshall Field stores into Macy's including the flagship store on State Street in Chicago.

Personally, I think that's a mistake. Marshall Field was a huge tourist attraction. The good news is the building is landmarked so they don't can't remove the Marshall Field plaques outside or the famous clock, although of course all the windows can say Macy's. I bought several boxes of Frango mints to give as gifts.

Leaving the store, I headed for the Art Institute. I had planned on going to the Field Museum to see the King Tut exhibit, but I didn't want to rush through it, particularly since it cost like $31 to get in, so I went to the Art Institute instead to look at the pretty paintings, incuding Seurat's painting that inspired Sondheim to write 'Sunday in the Park with George'. My favorite artists are the impressionists, so I luxuriated in all the Renoirs and Degas. Although I did go visit American Gothic.

I made it back to the hotel in time to get changed, and then realized two things, I forgot the new evening bag I'd bought back home, and I couldn't remember the name of the church. I improvised by using my pink make-up bag that I'd gotten as a free gift with purchase from Laura Mercier, and the concierge found the church by looking up the details on The Knot. I just made it to the church before the ceremony.

MFM looked just stunning, and the wedding itself was absolutely lovely. From where I was sitting I could see her glow as she looked at her groom. I'm so happy for her, but incredibly sad for myself (see how all roads inevitably lead back to me!). I miss being in love and being in a relationship. Seeing how happy the two of them are, it just made me long for that kind of love all the more.

The reception was held at the Botanic Gardens, and we had a bit of a to do trying to get there. Our bus was having problems with the shock absorbers, so the driver made fifteen people switch to the other bus, to lighten the load. Traffic was slow and we were driving for so long I began to wonder if we were still in the state. Then he took the wrong exit and we ended up on our way to Milwaukee before he finally managed to turn around and get us to the reception. It took us 1 1/2 hours to get there. I really needed a drink!

There weren't many single men, and frankly the wind ruined my hair so that I looked like Monica on Friends when they were in the Carribean, and the humidity made her hair explode. Lovely! I felt a little weird, because I seemed to be the only one there who knew MFM when she went by her first name apart from her family. There were people there who didn't know she'd been an actress. I met some lovely people, but I also felt a bit lonely because everyone knew everyone else, like really well.

Still I had an amazing time, and now I have a new pair of flip-flops. MFM and her groom provided flip-flops as a wedding favor. So here I sit in my new flip-flops writing this blog.

Congratulations to MFM and JSK!

Thanks for reading.

EKM

Oh, the places you'll go!

I'm off to Chicago for the weekend, well actually the day. An old friend, who I had lost touch with for stupid reasons, is getting married. I knew from her ex-boyfriend who is also a good friend of mine, that it was this summer, so thanks to the Internet and The Knot, I found her registry and bought her a wedding gift.

She in turn, googled me and found my blog, left a comment. I at first at no idea who MF was. Eventually, after like 20 minutes, I figured it out, and emailed her at her job. Upshot, I'm flying tomorrow to Chi-town for her wedding.

I just counted, and I've been to ten American cities. That's more than my mother ever went to. I've also been to 5 European cities and one Canadian (Montreal). And I still don't feel as if I've traveled enough. One of the things that I liked about temping was the freedom to take off for a summer to London or Paris. Now that I have a permanent job and only 2 weeks of vacation, it becomes harder. Particularly as I pursue this profession of writing.

It's always a toss-up of whether or not to use my vacation days to travel or to go to a conference. And this when I'm unpublished. When (I said when not if. I'm nothing if not optimistic), it becomes a matter of going to RT and RWA. I totally believe that going to regional conferences as well (particularly if you can come up with a workshop) is a good way to promote your writing, but it has to be balanced out with fun vacations.

Which means taking time off without getting paid for it, since I won't get 3 weeks until I've been in this job for 5 years. Hence why I often think of switching to teaching or working for a non-profit.

The list of places I still want to go seems endless, San Francisco, Newport, Florence, India, Rome, Prague, Tuscany, Monaco, Vancouver, and Toronto. Not to mention the Stratford Festival in Canada. Or the places that I've already been that I want to go back to.

My trip to Prague got cancelled, so it's now a choice of doing the familiar (London where I have friends and can relax and do whatever) or a structured tour of someplace like Florence or Savannah.

Sigh! Tough choices huh?

Thanks for reading,
EKM

Looking for Love in all the wrong places

Okay, I just discovered there was a hot Brit at the RWA Conference and I totally missed him! Why? Because I was too busy scarfing books to go to the Black Lace workshop, and checking out Bob Mayer in his Hawaiian shirt (why do I find him strangely compelling?). Not to mention the doings that were going on in the Grand Lounge on Friday night (check Smart Bitches if you want to know the scoop. Link is on the right). Damn it! I might just have to write a steamy erotic novel to send to Black Lace!

In the meantime, my own pathetic love life continues apace. But you know what I've learned alot and I didn't need to spend $12.95 to buy Greg Berendt's book, "He's just not into you."
So it's back to the drawing board of 8 minute dates and fix-ups. My horoscope in Marie Claire says that I'm going to meet a great guy through friends, so here's hoping that for once they're right.

Thanks for reading!

EKM

Seven Dwarves of PMS

Actually in my case, the dwarves are: Crampy, Bitchy, Sweaty, Sleepy, Bloated, Weepy, and Psycho!

Where is the Love?

So, Kate Hudson and Chris Robinson have seperated after almost six years of marriage? Wow, color me surprised. I really thought that those two were going to make it. I mean she took time off from her career to follow him on tour, they have a two-year old son. So what gives? Sure, she was only 21 when they got married, but she seemed so mature and sure of herself. Of course, no one really knows what's going on in someone else's relationship.

This is like the third celebrity break-up in recent weeks. Last week it was Shanna Moakler and her scary husband from Blink-182. Before that Carmen and Dave. Note to all celebrities out there, don't do a reality TV show together if you want to have a happy relationship. I mean MTV is like killing relationships right and left. That Lauren chick from The O.C. and The Hills just broke up with that one syllable Jason. And she stupidly gave up an internship in Paris to stay in California to be with him.

Note to anyone given the chance to go to Paris to attend the couture shows, take it. Boys may come and go, but spending a week in Paris seeing all the couture shows will not.

All these break-ups just makes me want to dive in and read a good satisfying romance. I mean if no one is happy in real life, at least between the pages of a book, I have a reasonable expectation that they will end up with a happily ever after.

Thanks for reading,

EKM

Celtic Horoscope

I'm exhausted today, plus I have a president's letter to write for our chapter newsletter, and I need to find a speaker for our September meeting. If anyone knows of anyone in the tri-state area who would love to come speak to us, let me know!

In the meantime, thanks to Kelly Parra for this little gem.

You Are A Walnut Tree

You are strange and full of contrasts... the oddball of your group. You are unrelenting and you have unlimited ambition. Not always liked but always admired, you are more infamous than famous. You are aggressive and spontaneous, and your reactions are often unexpected. A jealous and passionate person, you are difficult in romantic relationships.

What's Your Celtic Horoscope?

What I'm reading now

It's a lazy Sunday afternoon, and I'm about to watch Big Brother 7: All Stars for work, so I thought I'd take a moment from researching the show to write about what I'm reading now.

I've just finished 3 Extraordinary books. I've already blogged about how much I loved Diana Peterfreund's Secret Society Girl. If you haven't read, run out and buy it now. There is nothing out there on the market like this book. It gives you a glimpse into a world that most of us have never experienced, nor will ever experience: being a member of a secret society at an elite university.

I'm not talking joining a fraternity or sorority. I'm talking something along the lines of Skull & Bones, or the dining clubs at Princeton and Harvard. Clubs that were once only for the privileged few, meaning white, WASP males with old money. People who could trace their ancestry back to the Mayflower.

The heroine of Secret Society Girl, Amy is someone that I wish that I had known at college. She's funny, intelligent, self-depracating, doesn't take shit, and is just as confused by the male/female relationship as we all are. I can't wait to read the sequel in 2007. I have it on good authority, that it will be even better than the first.

My second favorite book of the week is Blue Blood by Melissa de la Cruz. I thought I had read it all in Vampire books, until I picked up this book at the library. Melissa has such a fresh take on Vampire lore, that it's amazing that I haven't read anything like this before. Her Blue Blood's are just that, descendants of the early settlers at Plymouth, who just happened not to be only Puritans but Vampires as well. I won't reveal all the lore, because it's pretty awesome. This book has multiple points of view, but it's so ingeniously crafted that I felt like I knew each and every character personally. This another series that's going on top of my to buy list next year.

And finally, Jane Austen in Scarsdale, Paula Marantz Cohen's reimagining of Jane Austen's Persuasion set in Scarsdale. Anne Elliott in this version is Anne Ehrlich, guidance counselor at a public high school in Westchester. Her family had once had money, but now they've fallen on harder times. Frederick in this version is Rick, who has become a well-known travel writer. Their paths converge, when his nephew attends Anne's school, and Rick ends up buying her famiy home.

This was a really interesting version of one of my favorite Jane Austen novels. My only quibble is that the role of the father is diminished in this version. We don't get to know him as well as we do Sir Walter Elliott. But the way she's reimagined some of the other characters is very clever, and you get a really good sense of what it's like nowadays for teens trying to apply for college. I thought making Anne, a guidance counselor was particularly inspired.

So those are my three recommendations.

Thanks for reading!
EKM

Great News!

I just received some good news about a member of our chapter, RWA NYC. Patt Mihailof finally sold!

Her work will appear in Caramel Flava 2, an erotica book published by Zane and
Strebor Books/Simon & Schuster. Patt is long overdue to be published
in book form. The book is in the production stages and is being scheduled for a 2007
publication date. We are so going to have her sign copies of her book when it comes out.

Patt has been one of the strongest cheerleaders of all the writers in RWA NYC. She's always ready to give advice or encouragement to a newbie or even a seasoned writer. Not only that, but she's opened up her home to anyone who wants to experience 'Patt's BootCamp.' A weekend where she feeds you while you stay chained to the computer writing.

She's strongly opinionated about everything which we love. She also reads widely, not just romance, but pretty much everything. Not a Wine & Cheese, and now The Golden Apples has gone by without Patt's fabulous door prizes.

Patt's been published for the last few years in the confessions market where she honed her skills writing on deadline and in a short format. But her heart has always belonged to the erotic romances. Now with the explosion in erotic romance, we look forward to this not being Patt's only sale!

Thanks for reading.

EKM