Romance Writers of America Family

Hey, what would you say is the one thing you share with your family? Do you play chess with Dad? Go hunting with Grandma? Do you cruise the bars with Mom? Go on shopping sprees with Sissy? Maybe you beat your brother at darts every Saturday. Well, in the local chapter of Romance Writers of America, we have members of the same family who write Romances. We have a few mother-daughter writers, a smattering of sisters, and the occasional husband-wife team who cheer each other on. And, yes, we do like to have men join the club. No initiation rites or anything. Continue reading “Romance Writers of America Family”

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Women Dress for Other Women, Part 2

Where were we? Oh, right, the Regency Era, predominantly England. I’ll look at the Victorian Era, the late 1890s, Edwardian, The Twenties, and see what we have time for after that. The first blog on this topic can be found here. Continue reading “Women Dress for Other Women, Part 2”

If You See Something

Sunday’s blog was a recap of half of the notes I had from our speaker, Jack Davidson, retired police officer and manager of his own security company. One thing that Jack did while visiting us was to leave a backpack by the door to the room. No one in the Romance Writers of America, San Diego group thought anything of it. We were chastised very playfully for letting that slip by. I shared one of the incidents I have been involved in where someone saw something and said something and now I want to share both the incidents that call to mind. Continue reading “If You See Something”

Jack Davidson At RWA-SD, Part 1

I’m so embarrassed. In the first few paragraphs of my work in progress, Crazy for Trying, I have a police officer doing something totally not done ever, and especially not in front of civilians. One officer tells another to go to the door and be ready to draw her weapon. Yikes! First of all, that’s something the other officer should already know to do. Second, the first office wouldn’t say that because there are people in the room and it implies he doesn’t trust the officer to know what to do. I am so grateful to my critique group for pointing that out. Continue reading “Jack Davidson At RWA-SD, Part 1”