Starla wasn’t trying to steal her older sister’s boyfriend. In fact, she was fighting him off when Janice caught the two of them alone in the dark. Unfortunately, love-struck Janice didn’t see it that way and tried to end her life. Although she didn’t succeed, her suicide attempt left her brain damaged, and it became Starla’s responsibility to care for her. Four years later, the sisters’ peaceful lives are interrupted when Nick, a handsome, young attorney, moves in upstairs. Seeing that Janice is attracted to him, Starla keeps herself out of the picture. After all, she hurt her sister before, and she’s not about to do it again. Yet as much as Starla tries to ignore her feelings for Nick, she can’t bury them entirely. Especially not when he seems to be choosing her over her sister.
Arrows and Targets
Maybe it was Legolas from Lord of the Rings. Or maybe it was Katniss from the Hunger Games. I don’t know, but my older daughter has taken to archery. And she’s dragging me along for the ride.
She’s twenty-two and lives a city away, so opportunities for mother/daughter excursions are rare. Or at least, not as often as I’d like. In the past, we’ve gone for lunch or pedicures, but now that she’s crazy for bows and arrows, we go to the archery range.
And here’s the strange thing…I LOVE it!
When it comes to sports, I suck. Big time. I wasn’t just picked last at spots, I was sentenced to the bench and made to sit there. Not that I minded. I’d much rather be reading or writing anyway. But this archery thing is a physical activity loophole. It’s exercising without actually exercising. My back and shoulders ache like they would after a hard workout, yet I’m having all the fun in the world. I don’t mind that I’m getting a work out. In fact, I look forward to it!
How is this like writing? Well, let’s face it. Writing is hard work. But the thing is, it’s fun! Putting all those words onto pages and creating characters and worlds is something I can’t wait to do every day. And like archery, the hard work pays off. 100 words becomes 500 words becomes 5,000 words. And you pick away at it, day by day, until suddenly, you have a book! Of course, there’s more to it than that. There are the deadly edits. The cover creation. More editing. And so forth. But it’s worth it.
There have been periods where I haven’t been able to write. Life can get in the way, and when things aren’t going smoothly, it’s impossible to concentrate. At times, I’ve scolded myself for not sitting down at my computer. But, in my mind at least, family and friends come first, and if they need something, then writing takes second place. (Laundry and dirty dishes, however, can be put aside for writing.)
In the end, though, writing is an activity that builds my mental muscles and still engages me. Some people like crosswords or playing Scrabble. I write. It’s both a hobby and a vocation that I plan to work at for a long time to come.
Until it’s time for archery. Then you’ll find me at the range.
Maybe it’s because of my Halloween birthday, but I’ve always been attracted to scary stories. On the other hand, I love romances as well. Once I discovered that these two genres existed side-by-side in urban fantasy novels, I was in heaven! Urban fantasy is like chocolate and peanut butter: a perfect, to-die-for combination that I can never get enough of.
I’ve been writing since childhood, but earned my bachelor’s degree in psychology and my master’s in English literature. When I’m not writing, I’m a straight-laced English teacher at a two-year college in Detroit. I’ve been married to Mr. Right for over twenty-five years. I also have three teenaged children: a boy and two girls, all of whom have threatened to never speak to me again if I turn them into characters and put them into my books.