Pitch Wars 2017 - A Daydream Believer

Will Not Fade Away...

...a women's fiction book about grief, hope, and redemption that follows the journey of a young widow, volcanic eruption, missing son, quirky autistic son, and a mysterious companion.

What’s so special about this book?

This book is my first endeavor outside romance novels and magazine articles.  A.J. Sinclair, a recently widowed mother, embarks on a journey with her 9-year-old autistic son (Will). The journey is both physical (travel across the country in the wake of the Yellowstone super volcano eruption to find her missing family) and emotional (as a special needs parent and widow). The book is told from two points of view, primarily from A.J.’s and with a sprinkling of Will’s. Along the way she meets Reid, a man walking his own road of perdition, with deeply rooted grief and guilt over his past. They weave their way across a chaotic United States in search of A.J.’s missing younger son and her brother. Together, they will find hope. Together, they will find redemption. Together, they WILL NOT FADE AWAY. 

What do I seek in a mentor?

No sugar-coating! I’m eager to see this book reach an agent and publisher’s desk. Not afraid of hard work, I’m now on version 6, after a year and a half of writing, revision, and agent/beta/critique partner feedback. I want to mold this book into the best story it can be. I live by the three P’s: Patience, Perseverance, and Putting in the Time. As a mother to a son with Asperger's Syndrome/high-functioning autism, I am excited to see this story come to life. 

Who am I?

I may not be a newbie to writing, but I am new to Pitch Wars this year! With all the build-up, it’s like the World Series for writers! As part of the contest, we are asked to share a bio, aptly named #PimpMyBio. So a bit more about me…

The short and sweet of it: I’m a writer, educator, scientist, and mom to two amazing sons (one high-functioning autistic/Asperger’s with ADHD). I love words. I’ve been writing on and off for 19 years between college, graduate school, careers, and raising children. My background is science (undergrad: Biology and Marine Science, grad: Microbiology and Immunology), with my first loves (after writing) being sharks and microbes! Life took me off that path a few years ago, and I now write full-time with a part-time position as an educator director for a church children’s program.

What do I write?

I have 3 “practice novels” under my belt (meaning they are shoved in a drawer awaiting resuscitation another day). My first manuscript to make it to the reader’s hands is A Hundred Kisses, recently published by The Wild Rose Press. Four is my magic number apparently! I’m currently working on the prequel and have been enjoying the research (with a recent trip to see the Viking ship Draken Harald Harfagre). I’ve written a women’s fiction manuscript (the one being entered into Pitch Wars), and have a few mainstream, romance, and time travel books in the queue (= my brain).

I also write for Outdoor Families Magazine, with two articles published, two more coming out this summer, and another one next year. I’ve been fortunate to merge all my loves (romance, fictional worlds, travel/outdoors, and my children) into my writing. I look forward to writing more novels and magazine articles. I’m also currently seeking representation for a children’s picture book series about an autistic boy, his brother, and their plush friend Manatee, who makes a habit of getting lost in the national parks...

Olympic-sized fun stacking cairns on Ruby Beach, WA.

Olympic-sized fun stacking cairns on Ruby Beach, WA.

Favorite things:

1.    Nature. Hands down. Lupine, lilies, big mountains, rolling green hills. My goal is to climb all the biggest state peaks in New England; so far I’ve tackled: Washington, Katahdin (“the beast”), Mansfield, Franconia Notch Ridge, and Greylock.

2.    Hobbies: Flower gardening, hiking, traveling, baking, photography.

3.    Music: Ed Sheeran, Shawn Mendes, Coldplay, Scottish folk bands, Glenn Miller Orchestra, Enya.

4.    Books: All of Diana Gabaldon’s Outlander books/novellas, and a variety of romance, women’s fiction, time travel, contemporary.

5.    On writing: I love Grammar Girl, The Emotion Thesaurus, and Debra Dixon’s GMC: The Building Blocks of Fiction.

6.    T.V.: The Walking Dead, X-files, LOST, Outlander, The Weather Channel (my son’s obsession).

7.    Movies: The Princess Bride, Titanic, Braveheart (even with its inaccuracies), Lord of the Rings.

8.    New Zealand and Scotland. These two get their own place on my favorites list. To me, they’re the most beautiful places in the world (followed closely by too-many-to-name National Parks in the U.S.A.). We live in a resplendently amazing world. Travel companion: my patient husband who loves nature just as much as me and our kids.

9.    Coffee. Any way, any time. I was fortunate to travel to Guatemala on a mission trip last year and that coffee is hands down the best I’ve had.

10.    Cheese. Ditto #9. Any kind, any time.

11.     Kilts. Need I say more?

And no post would be complete without a word bubble below (I'm obsessed with them).

A few words to describe myself... and some photos from my favorite places and things.

A few words to describe myself... and some photos from my favorite places and things.

A Slice of Pie

I may be a romance writer by night (and mom, educator, do-it-all-er by day…and soon to be full-time multiple-genre writer by day) but writing is far from romantic. Yet, I do it. Why? Love, of course. And not just those happy-ever-after loves [although I do enjoy those]. Writers have their varying reasons for pursuing this tough career choice, but I will put my money on the fact that most do it because it has been a dream and a love of theirs for years or decades. Many folks already know my story and path to publication, so I won’t go all into that. Today, I’m going to talk about pie! Not pumpkin or pecan or apple (all three very good, in my opinion), but rather what a writer spends her time on. It may come as a surprise that writing is not the biggest piece of that pie.

Writing means:

  • Dreaming
  • Writing words
  • Revising and deleting entire scenes, chapters, or characters
  • Rewriting
  • Editing (not to be confused with revision)
  • Research. And more research – historical battles, flora and fauna, cultural habits, locations, language, tools, weapons…the list is long. Be it a magazine or novel, I always research something.
  • Querying and submitting to agents and editors (and writing the query and synopsis to go to said agents/editors, as well as researching the market)
  • Editing again (proofs, galleys, emails with agents or editors)
  • Networking and Twitter-ing
  • Promotion and Marketing
  • Honing Craft (books, workshops, entering short story contests to test your craft abilities)
  • Attending conferences
  • Engaging with peers/writer groups/critique partners


Whew! That is a long list.

So how does that all play out into an average day? Well, here’s yesterday’s play-by-play:

Non-writing work (while I am supposed to be writing): took car to mechanic, ran errands, mowed the lawn, watered gardens, exercised, and did the mommy gig before and after school (which for my kiddos also meant a run to Dunkins for calorie-rich drinks after a tough school week!)

Writing work: wrote website blog post, reached out to a library about a “meet and greet” for my recently released book, read some of a critique partner’s manuscript (into the late evening hours when words began to mitosis-ize), looked up scenes in my current book to submit for a potential audio recording narrator audition, worked on Amazon keywords, came up with an idea for my WIP (while exercising) so I jotted a few lines down but then found myself researching Old Norse words and Gaelic words (noting the websites for future searches), checked email no less than five times to see if any agents got back to me on my query for a manuscript [no – it’s a waiting game for sure], attended a webinar and online publisher chat in the evening, and surfed Twitter (agent posts, networking with other writers)…

And drank far too much coffee.

I dipped my fork into all parts of that pie yesterday.

I wrote a total of 90 words yesterday (and so far today, none, but they will come in a little while--do these words count?). 90 words for a manuscript that will likely be about 90,000 words in length. Yeah, not a great word day, but look at all that other work! Certainly there are days where I spend 3-5 hours writing and I can churn out over 2,000-3,000 words in a day.

It’s a juggling act. A balance. Some weeks I can power through and roll out a tremendous number of words (keeping in mind that it’s raw and will require twice or thrice as much time to revise and edit). Other weeks, my focus is on other aspects of writing. It’s all good. It’s all writing. It’s all bringing me one step closer to my dream [to be a multiple-work published author].

So what do I do? Well, a whole lot. Is it worth it? Yes. Many, many times yes. I am a daydream believer. I take my pie by the forkful...with whipped cream.

I’d love to hear from you if you are on this writing journey. How do you spend your days? What are your favorite parts of the writing process?

My own personal pie chart. An estimate of course. 

My own personal pie chart. An estimate of course. 

19 Years in Numbers

Today is the day! My debut novel, A HUNDRED KISSES, is finally out! I’m not sure what most authors do on their big days (…notice that plural I snuck in there? I plan on having many more big release days…). Besides having a glass of Atholl Brose (although this non-drinker would rather celebrate with a frothy latte), and a fun book release party complete with bannocks & whisky, I am keeping it low key. Okay, yes, I am blasting social media a wee bit, too. So let’s get the plug for my book out of the way first. Hop over here to order it via Amazon or The Wild Rose Press [both have e-book and paperback options available]. Don’t forget to please post a review on Amazon or Goodreads! Authors value their readers’ feedback. Thank you in advance!

Next, I’d love to shout out a gigantic heartfelt thank-you to many people. First, to my mother, who continues to inspire me. She will always be with me in spirit, in the words that flow off my fingertips, and in my memories. Thank you, my dear husband, who has put up with my raving writer antics and ramblings about characters you have never met. Thank you to my amazing sons’ who were patient when “mommy was on her computer again.” [That won't be ending anytime soon, kiddos]. Thank you to my family - for cheering me on all steps of the way, including my dad, stepmom, mother and father-in-law, brothers, aunts, and my sister (and sister-in-laws). And my friends – you all know who you are – whether you were a coveted beta reader (Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!) or a friend who listened to this tormented writer's woes. [Quick plug for my writing warrior and sidekick for this entire journey, Lorraine – check out her website & blog]

Plugs – done. Thank you’s – done. Now back to numbers...

With the necessaries out of the way, I’d like to digress and talk about numbers. I’m a scientist by training and a list-maker. I do enjoy numbers and a list of organized thoughts, to-do’s, or “a top ten.” Certainly my logical scientist has shifted to the passenger seat while the creative artist jumped behind the wheel a few years ago when I decided to more actively pursue my writing dream. Right now the scientist has become map-holder and navigator. Sometimes that crazy driver takes me on detours, around bumpy turns, and down dead-end roads. But oh, what a ride it has been!

So, back to numbers. Well, since my book is called A Hundred Kisses, I thought the past 19 years in numbers would be fun to contemplate. Enjoy. And so many thanks to all!



19 Years in Numbers and yes my son took that photo after I ripped open (with careful excitement) the delivery box!

19 Years in Numbers and yes my son took that photo after I ripped open (with careful excitement) the delivery box!

The Scottish Tongue

Recently a friend asked me if I would put a glossary in the back of my newest book release, A Hundred Kisses, to help with the Scottish words.  That got me thinking…how does one pronounce some of those mixed vowels and perplexing consonant-vowel duos? Admittedly, during my writing journey when I came upon the names, towns, and phrases while researching, I found myself googling their pronunciation as well.

In my opinion, there are 3 types of readers and approaches when a perplexing foreign word comes along. Let’s use an example from my novel. The isle of Uist. Seems simple, doesn’t it? Och, aye, maybe not.

The Three Types:

1.     Glossers: People that glide right over it (you fast readers, you know who you are) and they just assign it some arbitrary sound – or heck they just see the word and are like “U-something”, moving on… You readers are speed-readers and oh, how I envy your nonchalant approach!

2.     Ponderers: People that stumble and look at it for a longer time and come up with how they think it may sound. YOU-IST. Okay, got it. Or no wait, maybe it’s UHST. Okay, that’s what I am going to say in my head even if it’s not correct.

3.     Seekers: And then there is group three. These readers want…no, NEED to know how it sounds. So, they look for the glossary. Darn, not included. Okay, then… off to google or Wikipedia they go. Ah, now they know what it sounds like. Got it. And they also know all about it. Uist just happens to be an isle in northern Scotland, has some standing stones, and actually there is a North Uist and South Uist, and at one point it was inhabited by the Norse (Norwegian Vikings). So this group knows more than just the pronunciation.

And yes, the pronunciation is YOU-IST.

Depending on my mood and the book, I can be any one of those three types of readers. Word pronunciation can be a great discussion point between friends reading the same book, with groups on Facebook pages, and between people commenting on blogs.

Ever hear of a character named Leg-Hair? Well, if you are an Outlander-phile (ahem, yes I am!), you have. That would be the bonnie Laoghaire in Diana Gabaldon’s Outlander series. Look at that name! I can see why many of us called her Leg-Hair (it also went along with her conniving, prissy character). But really, it’s pronounced LEE-ree. Whoa! Mmphmm! We were way off the mark, huh? To help with the Outlander-addiction, the current Starz television series which has brought the book to the screen, had put out a series of lessons on “Speaking Outalnder”, videos on word pronunciations from the series. It was entertaining.

Now, given that A Hundred Kisses takes place in 13th century Scotland, my use of Scots vernacular is minimal; I use just enough to set the story. There is a mixture of traditional Gaelic words, Scots slang, and regular Scottish vocabulary that has its own unique challenges.  A contemporary story could be vastly different, as Scots phrases are commonplace, much like those in any other country or culture. Granted, my thesis advisor, who hailed from the land of pointy crags, sheep, magnificent stone castles, kilts, golf, and whisky, did teach me a phrase or two – but those couldn’t be repeated here. They are a bit colorful, to say the least. However, he also taught me how to understand the lilted “r” and to appreciate the tunes of a fantastic Scottish folk band.

And just for fun, I threw some Norse into my book, as the isles are rich in both Scottish and Norse history.

Which one do you fall under, my fellow lovers of words? Glosser, Ponderer, or Seeker? Come on over to my Facebook page and share your reading approach to befuddling and fun words.



A sampling of some words from A Hundred Kisses. Created by WordArt.com.

A sampling of some words from A Hundred Kisses. Created by WordArt.com.

A Hundred Kisses - Releases May 17th!

I am excited to announce that my book, A Hundred Kisses, is set to release on MAY 17th! Pre-orders of the e-book and print book are available now on both The Wild Rose Press and on Amazon.

A Hundred Kisses is a historical Scottish romance, with a hint of magic.


Two wedding nights. Two dead husbands. 

Deirdre MacCoinneach wishes to understand her unusual ability to sense others’ lifeblood energies…and vows to discover if her gift killed the men she married. Her father’s search for a new and unsuspecting suitor for Deirdre becomes complicated when rumors of witchcraft abound.

Under the façade of a trader, Alasdair Montgomerie travels to Uist with pivotal information for a Claimant seeking the Scottish throne. A ruthless baron hunts him and a dark past haunts him, leaving little room for alliances with a Highland laird or his tempting daughter.

Awestruck when she realizes that her unlikely travel companion is the man from her visions, a man whose thickly veiled emotions are buried beneath his burning lifeblood, Deirdre wonders if he, too, will die in her bed if she follows her father’s orders. Amidst magic, superstition, and ghosts of the past, Alasdair and Deirdre find themselves falling together in a web of secrets and the curse of a hundred kisses…

 In the meantime, how about an excerpt?

Happy reading!

She sensed no colors in the murky, lifeless water, and it was freeing. All breath escaped her. Muted visions passed before her eyes—her mother, her father, Gordon, and Cortland. Just a moment longer, she thought…

Suddenly, a burst of warm light invaded her thoughts as air filled her lungs. Red-hot hands burned her shoulders and ripped her from her icy grave. She breathed life into her body. She coughed, gagging on the change.

Muffled words yelled at her.

Oh, God, so hot. His fingers were like hot pokers. Her head pounded as she slowly returned to the present. Heat radiated from her rescuer. Somebody had pulled her from the water.


“Hush, lass. You nearly drowned.”

His voice was as soothing as a warm cup of goat’s milk on a winter’s day. A red-hot glow emanated from his body. Never before had she felt such a strong lifeblood, and it nearly burned her. She struggled in his arms to get free. She blinked, only seeing a blurry form before her. “Release me!”

She splashed and wriggled, and he did as told. She clambered to the shoreline. Numb and shaken, she began to dress. It wasn’t easy as she fumbled with slick fingers to put dry clothes over wet skin. She instantly regretted her naked swim. She pulled on her long-sleeved white chemise first.

She faced the forest, away from her rescuer. He quietly splashed to shore. His lifeblood burned into her back. He wasn’t far behind, but he stopped. She refused to look at him until she was fully clothed, not out of embarrassment of her nudity, but for what had just happened. He released a groan and mumbled under his breath about wet boots. His voice was not one of her father’s soldiers.

When she put the last garment on, her brown wool work kirtle, she squeezed out her sopping hair and swept her hands through the knotty mess. She fastened her belt and tied the lacings up the front of the kirtle. Blood returned to her fingertips, and she regained her composure. Belated awareness struck her, and she leaned down and searched through her bag for her dagger. She spun around.

She gasped as she saw the man sitting on the stone-covered shoreline, his wet boots off. Confusion and the hint of a scowl filled his strong-featured face. She staggered back, caught her heel on a stone, and fell, dropping the dagger. Dirt and pebbles stuck to her wet hands and feet, and she instinctively scrambled away from him.

His glower, iridescent dark blue eyes, and disheveled black hair were not unfamiliar. Staring at her was the man she had seen in her dream—it was the man from the wood.

:) - J

Available from thewildrosepress.com on May 17th!

Available from thewildrosepress.com on May 17th!