|Introduction||I'm a writer, wife and mom - although not necessarily in that order. I write contemporary romance and romantic suspense, but my secret ambition is to be a wench at the Renaissance Faire.|
|Interests||reading, writing, running, cooking, gardening|
|Favorite Movies||Casablanca, Doctor Zhivago, Singin' in the Rain, Lawrence of Arabia, Alien, Don't Look Now. Too many others to list|
|Favorite Music||U2, David Bowie, The Clash, Van Morrison, Snow Patrol, Madame Butterfly, Keith Jarrett, Keith Moon, Keith Urban, a little something from every category|
You've written a hit musical! How will you avoid having fame go to your head?
I won't. I'll become vain, shallow and self-involved, but I'll wear really great shoes and eat at great restaurants. Until that pesky new kid writes a bigger hit. Than I'll be yesterday's news, doomed to appear on late night infomercials. Eventually the shame will be unbearable and I'll fake my own death to escape my hollow existence. Or, I'll buy more shoes and live with the shame.