Several of the Jaunty Quills were in San Antonio last week for the Romance Writers of America conference. We thought you’d like to see some photos from the conference (at the bottom of the page, there’s a legend telling about each photo).
1. Cindy and Nancy with former Jaunty Emily McKay at the Harlequin Party.
2. Cindy and Nora Roberts.
3. The gorgeous decorations at the Harlequin party.
4. Friday was Cindy’s birthday. Harlequin threw a big party just for her. Shhh! Don’t tell her they the party was for everyone.
5. The annual Jaunty Quills breakfast.
6. Kristan and Alexander Rodriguez.
7. Nancy at the Harlequin authors book signing (signing Cindy’s birthday card).
8. Kristan at the Harlequin authors book signing.
9. Nancy and Kathy before the workshop they presented.
10. Nancy, Jane Porter, and Kathy at the Harlequin party.
11. Raeanne Thayne, Nancy, and Kristan.
12. Cindy, Nancy, Kathy and Harlequin editor Susan Litman at the Harlequin party.
13. Harlequin editor Patience Bloom and Cindy at the Harlequin party.
14. Nancy and Kathy.
15. Robyn at the RWA Literacy signing.
16. Shana looking beautiful before her publisher’s party.
17. Shana and Mia before the Golden Heart and Rita awards.
18. Shana at the RWA Literacy signing.
19. Nancy at the RWA Literacy book signing.
20. Nancy, Kathy, and Mary Louise Wells realize former Jaunty Terri Brisbin was on their flight home.
21. Kristan, Gail Kirkpatrick Chianese, Virginia Kantra, and Jesse.
Thanks to everyone who left a comment on my What’s New Monday post. The DH has done his algorithm/math thing and come up with a winner for us. Congrats to Anita H! She’ll receive an ARC of my upcoming Christmas novel, Once Upon a Plaid (Kensington, October 2014).
This story was inspired by my sister who served as a gestational surrogate for a childless couple. We’re so fortunate to have access to IVF and new technologies to help deal with infertility, but what would a couple in 16th century Scotland do? An empty cradle was no light matter when a laird needs an heir. And the hollow heartache of empty arms is the same in any century. Somehow, William needs to convince Katherine that their circle of two is enough.
Do you remember the old Ed Sullivan plate spinners? Yes, yes, I’m showing my age, but in my defense I was hardly out of diapers when I saw these unique performers. They’d get a whole string of plates balanced on thin poles and set them spinning. Then they ran back and forth jiggling the stems to keep the plates from wobbling off.
And this was considered riveting entertainment. What can I say? We were a simple people. However, I think of them pretty often, because they’re the perfect metaphor for everyone’s busy life.
For example, just in my writing life, here are a few plates I have spinning:
Just finished the final, Final, FINAL copy edit for Once Upon a Plaid, my October 2014 release. A writer’s work isn’t done the first time we type “The End.” After we turn the manuscript in, our editor may want revisions, which means another pass through the story. Then the copy editor takes a swipe. We can either accept or reject their suggestions, but we need to be prepared to defend our choices. Then the final, formatted galley arrives. On this last pass, we can only correct typos–no rewriting allowed.
That was ok for this story. I love how it turned out. The inspiration for this one came from my sister, who served as a gestational surrogate for a childless couple last year. She went through a difficult pregnancy and then a harrowing birth to bring a beautiful set of twins into the world. We were all so relieved, and so thankful we live now when in vitro procedures and surrogates can make a childless couple’s dream come true. But it made me wonder how a couple in 16th century Scotland would deal with bareness during a time when a man needed an heir like he needed his right hand.
My current WIP is the second book in a new series called Order of the M.U.S.E. The Order of the M.U.S.E series—a trio of sexy historical romances with a psychic twist set in Regency England. It’s sort of “Leverage” meets Jane Austen in King George III’s Court.
Welcome to the Order of the M.U.S.E.
His Grace, the Duke of Camden, has recruited (some say ‘coerced’) gifted individuals from all strata of society to join his Metaphysical Union of Sensory Extraordinaires. Their purpose
is to protect the Crown from arcane weapons of a psychic bent. The duke fears that one such malicious object may have slipped by them and is responsible for King George III’s periodic descents into lunacy. There may be no help for His Majesty, but Camden intends to see that a similar fate doesn’t overcome “Prinny,” the Prince of Wales.
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And lastly, I’m putting the finishing touches on a New Adult/Romantic Suspense story I’ve been noodling with for some time. It’s called The Warning Sign.
It’s about a deaf girl who unintentionally speechreads a hitman on his cellphone accepting a job. Since she’s the only one who can convince the police that the seemingly accidental death of an MIT professor was no accident, she is suddenly in the hitman’s crosshairs.
And unfortunately, the only cop she knows who might believe her is her cheating ex.
This is my first contemporary-set story and amazingly enough, I did as much research for it as I do for my historicals! The Warning Sign will be out later this summer.
So those are the plates I have spinning in my life now. How about you? What things are clamoring for your attention?
I’ve scored an ARC of Once Upon a Plaid! If you’d like an early peek at this book of my heart, just leave a comment to be entered in the drawing!
Today I’m enroute to our new house in Missouri. Actually, it’s our old place, but the house has been totally renovated this spring so it should feel like new. After seven years in New England, I’ll miss Boston and the wonderful people I got to know there, but I have to confess this move feels like going home.
But however much I’m looking forward to being back in the Midwest, Missouri does have its quirks. For instance, they didn’t seem to bother with dreaming up new names for many of their towns. Instead, they borrowed freely from all around the world.
Ever want to go to Amsterdam? Turns out, it’s located just south of Kansas City.
Forget about the US travel ban to Cuba. You can find it in Missouri on the iconic Route 66!
Fancy a visit to the Highlands? Glasgow, Missouri is about half way between St. Louis & Kansas City.
How about Paris, Rome, Lebanon, Normandy, Troy, or Vienna? You can find them all in Missouri.
Of course, I shouldn’t complain about the borrowed town names. When Missourians get creative with place names, well, the results are . . . dubious at best. I mean, how would you like to have “Knob Lick” as part of your address?
So what about your part of the world. Are there any funny or unusual place names you’d like to share?
First of all, I apologize for the tardiness of this announcement. As a railroader’s daughter, I abhor being late for anything. At our house, punctuality is next to godliness. But when you’re in the middle of preparing for a cross-country move, all bets are off!
This winner is from my post on March 29th, (hanging my head in shame!) But I’m happy to announce that Elizabeth Schroedle wins a print copy of my RITA award nominated PLAID TIDINGS! Thank you to everyone who left a comment.
Happy reading, Elizabeth!