Over the years, I’ve settled into a kind of routine that complete every fall:
I make my garden look pretty
To some people, this probably sounds like total drudgery, but I really look forward to sprucing up my yard. I’m sure this instinct is ingrained in me on a genetic level, because my parents are both fabulous gardeners and I grew up eating amazing, home-grown veggies while sitting at a dinner table decorated with vases of fresh flowers from the garden.
It’s so beautiful here in Florida in the mornings—bright sunshine and an aqua sky—I don’t want to be anywhere but outside. I prune bu
shes that have grown a bit wild over the summer, pull weeds, rake up the mildewed mulch, and uproot straggly plants. I
plunge the spade into flower beds weathered by sun and rain and turn over the soil so that it becomes a soft, welcoming layer for budding annuals. My favorites are Impatiens, easy to grow and full of color, and they’ll last well into April. I’m also planting some red pentas, perennials that attract butterflies and hummingbirds and seem to thrive in the hot summer. Oh, and did I mention my tomato plant? I’ve got a terra cotta pot waiting for that.
I find the gardening very theraputic, actually, and it’s very satisfying to see the wildness tamed into order. It’s also a great time to mull over story ideas and scenes. I think in a future book, one of my heroes will be a gardener.
I make my house sparkle
Right before the holidays, I really enjoy giving my home a thorough cleaning that includes vacuuming drapes and furniture, cleaning carpets, tidying kitchen cabinets, and dusting my extensive collection of books. I think in a past life, I must have been a grizzly bear, because this “tidying the nest for winter” routine seems a bit like preparing for hibernation.
My parents will be staying with us for three weeks over Christmas, so I’m sure that’s part of my incentive to houseclean this fall! My family’s allergies and two cats who seem to shed all the time are even more reason to keep a handle on the dust. While I clean, I put my imagination to work, thinking what my house would look like with laminate cherry floors. Oooh, it would look SO nice! One day, when I’m a rich and famous author . . .
I cook
I love to cook. I adore trying new recipes and own quite a few nice cookbooks. At this time of year, I dig out my recipe files and skim through the recipes I’ve cut out of magazines or the daily newspaper to see if there’s something new to try. I also skim through my books to put sticky notes on favorite dishes I know will be great for dinner parties or for taking to friends’ houses for potlucks. I also bake a lot over the holidays—gotta make at least one batch of sprinkle-covered sugar cookies–so I make sure I know where to find my tried-and-true favorites.
What about you? Do you have a fall routine? What are some of the things you like to do at this time of year?
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like animals. I just never knew how much care and attention they would take. Or how dramatically they would take over my household. As you can see in the picture to the left, Ranger (my 95 lb Labrador) is on the huge radiator in my living room, and Nick, another big old Lab is on his bed right nearby.
who have me trained to do their bidding. We need a walk. OK! What time?? Can we have some treats? Yes, siree!! I’ve got them right here! Anything else…?
When we have company (the human kind) I always have to move somebody. Take Kokomo, for example – my 13 year old cat who loves to be in the midst of things, even if he is halfway comatose. If it were summer, he would be on our front porch, keeping track of the birds and squirrels that cross his territory, and making sure that Bob doesn’t come near. Bob would then have to go and sit on our next-door neighbor’s porch. Because Kokomo is in charge, and he doesn’t really like Bob that much. He tolerates the dogs, but the other cat? Not so much.
some angle or other. A walk, a snack, a good scratch behind the ears … he’s usually after something, and he drags Ranger along, just so that he doesn’t appear to be the only mercenary one. Ranger is a little bit shy, and he has a few weird habits, himself. For example, the toaster is a problem for him. It once set off the smoke alarm, and ever since then, when I take the toaster out of the cupboard, Ranger heads for the basement where he can hide. He does the same with the vacuum, but he doesn’t mind the lawn
mower or the snow blower. Go figure.
There are some tried and true elements in a romance (shocking!). Not clichés, necessarily, but classics. A happily ever after, for example. The idea that The One makes Hero/Heroine a better person. Classic plot lines and traditions. When done well, we can’t get enough of it. But when not…ruh-roh.

Oh, my heavens! You dance with predatory, masculine grace that has me oh-so-aroused, despite the fact that I quite hate you! Where did these guys learn how to dance like that, huh? I have yet to see Gerard Butler down at Ye Village Dance Hall in my town. And yet, there he is in The Ugly Truth, dancing in such a way that my eyeballs were on fire, and I just sat there thinking, “But when? But how? Was he raised on a pasa doblé ranch in Brazil?” Furthermore, Katherine Heigl claims she is a terrible dancer, then begins gyrating and pulsating and throbbing…I had to dunk my head into my super-large silo of root beer just to cool off. Dancing like that doesn’t happen in real life. No, tragically more realistic was the tango scene in Along Came Polly. Ben Stiller gets points for realism, if not for smokin’ sex appeal. (Note Heigl’s hair…it’s curling. I told you.)
Frooooowww! Miss Carlisle! That red dress and those Jimmy Choos slut you right up! I quite and suddenly ravenous for you! Sure, sure, we all have dreams of prom/wedding/fabulous ball during which we’re scooped up by a Greek billionaire (Andreas, I’m still waiting!) There was Sandra Bullock in Miss Congeniality. Princess Mia in Princess Diaries. Cinderella in Cinderella. Just once, I’d like to see the heroine in a hideous dress that makes her look worse than the yoga pants and college sweatshirt did. (Note to self: do this in future book). Granted, my heroines have required special underwear…Dr. Rey, thank you!…but still. Let’s have him be stunned with her beauty without the dress, ’kay?
When I Faint — and I Shall — I Shall Be Caught By Hero. I fainted once. I was gardening, I was on a roll, smiting weeds with my mighty sword, I forgot to eat breakfast, didn’t stop for lunch, stood up suddenly, next thing I knew was facedown in the dirt, a rake atop my eye (the gardening tool rake, not the Duke of Badboy, heir to his grandfather’s considerable fortune) Recently, I saw Only You. The heroine faints. Robert Downey, Jr. catches her. Love that movie! Love Robert Downey Jr.! Love Italy! Love red dresses! Why oh why was I eating dirt with a rake on my eye instead of in RDJ’s arms, huh? Not fair! Not! Fair!

Every November I start working on an Amazon wishlist for our family. (Yes, I’m the only one who works on it, but the whole family reaps the rewards … but that’s another post.) I always add some cookbooks for me, because, well, I love to cook and I love to read. Some are always duds, but this past year I had some real winners. Here’s the books I got last year for Christmas that I used over and over this year:
about how to bake cakes. It really demystifies everything. The recipes are crazy detailed, but the results so yummy you’ll want to cry. It’s basically foolproof. (Except for the Lemon Ginger cake. There’s the typo in that recipe. It should be 12 oz. of flour, not 2. But that to is a topic for another post.) Generally, this book is awesome. And now I always measure my flour by weighing it. It’s so much easier!
First up we have Edward Norton, now perhaps some would argue that he’s not all that unattractive and I would agree, Ed is clearly not homely. But he’s also not your standard leading man. But there’s something so sexy about him. I will admit I never really noticed this about him until The Illusionist though I was certainly a fan. Who can forget his chilling performance in Primal Fear?
Kevin Bacon…probably my favorite actor and frankly one of the most under appreciated actors in Hollywood. He’s so talented. But he is not traditionally handsome. He has terrible hair and kind of a large head. But he’s gifted and has a huge range in his acting ability. But what sealed it for me is his goofy side. He’s in my favorite movie, She’s Having a Baby, and he’s so charming in it and he plays a writer!
I love me some Tim Roth. I find his intensity and talent mesmerizing. I first noticed him in Rob Roy where he played one of the worst villains ever to grace the screen and he was fantastic! Now he’s the lead in Fox’s drama, Lie to Me, and while the character is different, he’s equally fantastic. There’s nothing really physically handsome about him, but he has huge sex appeal. Woo!
Who doesn’t love Kevin Spacey? He’s tall and yeah, he’s got a receding hairline, but he’s so talented. He can sing and he can act the hell out of any role he takes on. He’s probably most famous for The Usual Suspects, and he’s wonderful in that, but I love him in Seven – yes, I know that probably means I’m not okay, but he’s so good. I’m beginning to notice I have a thing for men who play great villains – think I should be concerned?
Tall, lanky, geeky, but oh-so-funny. He’s a total hoot in so many movies and that scene at the end of Independence Day when he’s walking across the dessert in that flight jumpsuit and his legs look impossibly long and he’s got the cigar, man he just looks hot. I’ve had a crush on Jeff for years and hope he continues his most recent role on Law & Order: Criminal Intent so I can see him on a regular basis.
There can’t really be a list of sexy-but-not-so-hot guys without Hugh Laurie. He has such beautiful eyes and the man can do everything. Sing, write, act, he’s brilliant. He does intelligent, but crotchety so well.
My first book, A Love Through Time, was a November 1998 release and I remember watching the calendar move forward, waiting and watching for it in bookstores, on online booksellers and any other place it could show up. I remember the UPS delivery guy bringing my box of author copies and screaming as I opened it! Then I remember being in the local Waldenbooks store and seeing it on the shelf for the first time–I scared at least one customer by screaming as I found it earlier than I expected to see it. Lucky for me, she asked me to me sign it and she bought it, too.
Well, it’s only 15 short days until my new books officially hits the shelves and I can feel the anticipation growing. So far, early reviews are looking good:


















































































