Aug 27, 2012 | A Day In My Life
Hey ya’ll, and thank you Miss Dru for having me on your literary blog. Which is a little strange, considering I’m an artist and all, but hey, book people like art, too, right? If any of you readers are in the market, I’m a portraitist. I live in Halo, Georgia, but...
Aug 22, 2012 | A Day In My Life
12:01 AM: I am fast asleep. Dreaming of NYPD Detective Mike Quinn… 5:00 AM: Wake up to inexplicable ringing. Alarm? No. Madame is calling—the octogenarian owner of the coffeehouse I manage. “Did I wake you, dear?” she asks. I mumble into pillow: “No, I was...
Aug 21, 2012 | A Day In My Life
It’s a little after nine on a muggy evening in August as I wander down Second Avenue in search of something to eat. Not that it’s particularly challenging to find something in this neighborhood, any time of day or night – the East Village is a smorgasbord of...
Aug 20, 2012 | A Day In My Life
Before our parents ran off with our trust funds, Daddy and Mama threw their last champagne party on the lawn of Blackbird Farm—a shindig so extravagant that it stunned all their friends . . . long enough for our parents to pick their pockets. Now they are dancing...
Aug 16, 2012 | A Day In My Life
Who does a shrink turn to when she has personal problems? Her best friend, of course. For Los Angeles psychologist Liz Cooper that friend would be me, Robin Bloom—widowed mom, executive assistant to a high-powered Beverly Hills music agent, and Liz’s BFF since grade...
Aug 15, 2012 | A Day In My Life
My protagonist, TV reporter Riley Spartz, generally wakes up alone. Her zeal for breaking news stories has lead to several broken relationships. She reaches from her pillow to turn off the alarm clock, then grope for the television remote. This gives her first chance...
