It’s Spring! At last!

Happy April, Readers! Wow. Can you believe it? We’re into the fourth month of the year already. Doesn’t seem like we should be, due in part, I think, to the fact the cold temps seem to have hung on and hung on and … well. No need to say more.

To celebrate the arrival of spring, I’m sharing some pix of some of my beautiful flowers to add to the optimism the season can bring. Granted, these are pix from years past—still a bit early for these glorious beauties to be adding color to my yard for this year.

Finally, this week we have been experiencing warmer temps and enjoying spring-like weather that feels ohhh, so good. Although, the weatherman says that is supposed to change for us again next week. Sounds like a flashback of winter is on the agenda. Joy. ;-)

Spring is a busy time around my house. It’s a time where the school year is winding down with a flurry activity, from spring concerts, field trips, and track meets and graduations, to gearing up for summer and all it has to bring including horse shows, 4-H horse practices, county fairs, gardening and lawn care, and working in the hay field. Somewhere in around all of that stuff I still have to find time to write. After all, writing is my job. And let me tell you, those books don’t write themselves!

After being cooped up for months, spring is also a great time to grab a good book, pull out the lawn chair, and sit and relax out on the deck or patio, soaking up the awakening earth and the warmth of the sun, that is if you don’t suffer with seasonal allergies! I like to take advantage and grab my computer and write while enjoying the balmy temps. Sweet.

What’s on your agenda for this spring? Tilling the garden? Adding some new flowers to your yard? A spring vacation? Making a dent in your TBR pile?

Whatever it might be, have a great spring. I’ll see you all back here in May!
Sherry James

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Ever sat staring into a blank screen for…an hour, an afternoon, Three Whole Days? Yes, me, too. I called it Writer’s Block. I ate a whole chocolate cake. I even cleaned the bathroom–twice! That blank screen remained an expanse of white with an infernally blinking cursor, silently accusing me of being lax, lazy, uninspired, and–oh, well, you know the rest. Nothing, not one word, went into that story.

All of us know the moment when our invisible friends stop speaking to us. Or the “muse” leaves and goes fishing. And the plot twist that was brilliant at three in the morning is trite, silly, or just doesn’t work when we sit down to dress the idea with sparkling prose.

We’ve come to expect, maybe anticipate, the moment when the well of creativity suddenly goes dry. I took it for granted that those days were just part of the craft. Everyone has them. I felt pretty comfortable with the idea, knowing that sooner or later, the ideas would burble up again, the heroine would stop sulking and explain why she burned the hero’s tuxedo shirt in the fireplace, and the villain could finally come from behind his/her kindly false face.

Then I went to a Writer’s Conference. BTW, if you treasure and/or need your little fantasies about writing, never, ever go to a conference with a bunch of writers. All your ideas about the world of writers, how mysterious, aloof, dignified, and other-worldly they are will vanish like a bucket of cold Margaritas. Writers are rowdy (yes, they are), warm, chatty, and full of ideas about how to do it better, (no, don’t ask what “it” is; absolutely, don’t go there) which they will share at the drop of a rejection letter. This I discovered when I went to a conference, and sitting at the feet of HERSELF, hoping to learn the secrets of writing thirteen best sellers every year, looking cool and put together while doing it, and where in the world to find those fabulous shoes she always wears, I learned something I didn’t even know I wanted to know.

What was that, you asked? What did I learn?

Someone in the audience–thankfully not me–asked, in the proper tone of awe and respect–”What do you do about writer’s block?” With a small smile, and a pitying shake of her short, red hair, HERSELF replied, “Did you ever hear of a secretary having secretarial block? Or a lawyer having lawyer block? Or a brick layer having brick layer block?” She chuckled. “No, you haven’t. And do you know why? Because secretary block, and lawyer block and brick layer block DO NOT EXIST. And neither does writer’s block. You write because that’s your job; it’s what you do. Some days you’ll do it really well. Some days you’ll just get through a scene or a conversation. And some days, you’ll put one word after another, plodding and pushing, till you fill the page with something that resembles writing. But you’ll do it, one page after another, until you get that story told. Because it’s your job and nobody can do it for you.”

Oh, angst! Oh, lost illusions! No such thing as writer’s block? Good golly, whatever will I use as an excuse for eating a whole chocolate cake now? How can I explain that my brilliant muse is on vacation again? What will I say when that nagging cursor winks intolerantly at me from a clean, blank screen?

I guess I’ll tell myself the same thing a whole flock of supportive but no-nonsense writers told me after that first conference.  It’s easy to remember. BICHOK–or roughly translated–Backside in Chair, Hands on Keyboard!

Keep tap, tap, tapping, everyone.

Fleeta Cunningham

Visiting the Bone Orchard

I know, it’s finally spring and I should be writing about the return of flowers and birds and anticipating warm weather. And I *am* excited about warmer temps, watching rain instead of snow (actually my part of the country got almost no snow this year, so any moisture is exciting). When I saw the first flying V of geese heading north, I dragged my husband outside to see them. And he and I are both excited to see the slender green blades of our crocus, daylilies, and daffodils fighting their way out of the ground.

But the other thing that I love about spring is that my imagination wakes up. I don’t consider that I have the luxury of not writing, but by the end of winter, even writing characters that are the children of my wildest dreams feels like a rut.

It’s time to visit the Bone Orchard.

In the slang of the Old West, that phrase is said to refer to a graveyard, filled with bones without flesh. But to me, the Bone Orchard calls up a less macabre place. It’s where I find basic story parts and then flesh them out with my imaginings. With sap coursing through the trees and birds in the backyard, it also feels like there’s a bit more life in my gray winter brain.

Sometimes writers start with a character archetype, like the Nurturing Mother or the Wounded Healer. Sometimes it’s a place, like an ordinary village that changes when a stranger arrives. The stranger could be a cowboy on the American frontier, or it could be a woman with a shameful secret in Victorian England, like the heroine of most recent manuscript. Sometimes it’s a theme, like ‘learn to trust your instincts’.

The thing is, the mother or the healer or the village or even the need to trust our instincts are not enough to make a story about. They’re vague. All by themselves, they don’t evoke an emotional response. They are nothing but dry bones, with no flesh and blood to support. They aren’t heroes or heroines yet, and I don’t know how they’ll get to their happy ending, just that somehow they will.

What I get to do is put muscles on the bones, and add a brain and a heart inside them. Names, a unique backstory, a specific problem to solve, and a good twist. What if that nurturing mother decides to resort to blackmail for the benefit of her beloved child? What if she went to such lengths not from malice, but out of a desperate need for money to pay medical bills? As a reader, would you identify with her fear? Condemn her? Either way, my hope is that you’d want to read more about her. My job, sitting at my computer day after day, typing words onto a blank screen, is to find fascinating characters for readers to care about, identify with, and turn the page for until they get to their HEA.

I love discovering new books and new characters to love, both mine and those of other writers! Who is the most absorbing fictional character you’ve read about lately?

An Interview with Fleeta

Welcome Fleeta Cunningham, and thank you for taking the time to answer a few questions.  Lets get started.

1. What do you write, fact or fiction.
Tom Clancy said, “The difference between fiction and fact? Fiction has to make sense. “
I write fiction. I am incapable of making a straight report. I have to make it more dramatic, improve the dialogue, magnify the characters–I never let the truth get in the way of a good story. My mother often told me to stop taking a button and sewing a three-piece suit to it. Somehow, though, I just can’t resist.
2. When did you start writing
I wrote my first story when I was eight. I’d been to see the movie “Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs” and I just couldn’t believe that silly girl was taken in by the witch and ate the poisoned apple. And I’m claustrophobic myself, so when the dwarves closed the princess up in the glass coffin, that was too much. I went home and re-wrote the story. And a passion was born. In middle school and high school, I worked on the school newspaper and annual. No one knew who was behind that salacious gossip column for years. Later, as the librarian for a major Houston law firm, I wrote a syndicated column for my professional newsletter. Some of those columns have appeared as text material for academic Library Science programs. A few years into my career, I began writing novels as an after-hours escape from the world of torts, contracts, and litigation.
3. Where do stories come from
Stephen King said, “We never ask one another where we get our ideas; we know that we don’t know.”
I think we hate to admit where we get ideas for stories. We eavesdrop on people at the table behind us in the coffee shop. We watch people walking in the park. We take gossip and recast it into unidentifiable plots. We re-arrange confidences from our dearest friends. In other words, we don’t tell where we get our story ideas for the same reason magicians don’t explain their tricks. It destroys the illusion. When asked–and we all are–I just say, “That’s the way it happened because I said so–this time. Next time, I may tell it different.”
4. Why do you write romance instead of something more ‘literary’
I write to entertain. I hope to give my reader an hour away from daily life, show her a set of problems that she doesn’t have to fix, guarantee her a happy ending, and take her to a place where the right man and the right woman find each other. I don’t suppose football players or musicians or film actors are ever asked to justify what they do. They entertain, give us escape, and do so because they have talent, work hard, and are willing to risk losing the attention of a fickle public. Sometimes they turn out a magnificent effort. Once in a while they touch us with their valor. But mostly, they entertain. And if I write well enough that one reader smiles or has a moment of pleasure or feels better about her own life, I call it successful.
5. Any last words you’d care to share with us
I’ll offer you another quotation. This is Isaac Asimov. “If my doctor told me I had six minutes to live, I wouldn’t brood. I’d type a little faster.”  I couldn’t explain the compulsion to write any better than he did.
What a pleasure it has been to visit with you today.  Thank you, Fleeta!  I cannot tell you how much I enjoyed reading your books, now available at:


A couple of weeks ago I had the pleasure of seeing my new short story CLOSE ENCOUNTER WITH A CRUMPET make its debut. I’m particularly pleased with this story about a proper young Boston librarian who makes a tour with a septuagenarian group across England and in the process meets her unique ‘someone’. The story is close to my heart for many reasons, not the least of which is that I spent my honeymoon in the United Kingdom almost thirty years ago. I’ve made a few trips back ‘across the pond’ as they say, and never been disappointed.  In the course of putting this story together, since I am primarily grounded in the vintage years of the twentieth century, I kept dipping into first hand accounts of lives lived against the nightmare of World War II. My admiration grew with every story and every personal encounter. Along the way, I picked up a small book entitled MAKE DO AND MEND, a reproduction of the official Second World War instruction leaflets issued by the Board of Trade.  The subtitle, Keeping Family and Home Afloat on War Rations, pretty well tells the story. Take a look at what the staunch ladies of the British Isles were doing for the fifteen years rationing was in effect.

1. Cooking — Never light your oven to cook a single dish. With a little planning you can easily prepare an entire meal while the oven is hot, as well as a pudding or tart that can be eaten cold the next day. Turn out burners directly the food is done–it will keep hot in the oven for some time.

2. Bathtub economy– Limit yourself to one hot bath a week. Use a bowl and sponge on other days. Never have the water in the bath more than 5 ins. deep.

3. Your household linen has got to last!  Storage–If you have some linen which is not in use, store it away–but not in a hot cupboard and not if it is starched. Wash, mend and air before putting it away. Refold at intervals to prevent wear at the creases. Only store clean linen. When sheets get very thin, turn sides to the middle by cutting them lengthways down the centre, and either oversewing the outside selvedges together or joining them with a run-and-fell seam. Trim away the torn parts of what are now the sides of the sheet. Turn in the edges and hem them. Towels–thin places and small holes can be reinforced by machine darning or by hand darning with soft mending cotton. Large holes should be patched with the sound parts of other old towelling –never use new material. Patches on towels should be tacked in position without the edge of the patch being turned in. These edges should be stitched on to the towel with herringbone or cross-stitch.

4. Knickers ( women’s panties) renewed– One good pair from two old pair–here’s how to manage it. Usually it is the gusset that’s worn–so cut a new gusset from the good side of the second pair. Shape the new gusset, which should then be stitched into place. The raw edges should be cut down and blanket stitched closely on the wrong side to make this as strong as possible.

5. To keep pace with a growing girl– Last year’s yoked frock can be enlarged by unpicking the skirt from the yoke, dropping it to waist level and inserting a contrasting band to make the lower part of the bodice. Use bands of the same colour to enlarge the sleeves. The frock will still be too tight across the chest so insert a contrasting band from the waistline to the neckline.

6. Expecting a baby — A suggested layette

4-5 gowns (material) to be used by day and night, 22-24 inches long, taking up to one and a half yards of 36 inch material each

4 vests (undershirts) woven or knitted

3 matinee jackets (diaper shirts) 2 oz. wool each

3 pairs bootees – 2 oz. wool

2 medium-sized shawls – about 8 oz. wool each

Muslin napkins ( diapers) never buy more napkins than you really need, remember fair shares!

7. Adapting your ordinary clothes for maternity wear – Try to avoid spending coupons on special maternity clothes. Almost all your existing clothes can be altered easily so that you can wear them comfortably until the baby is born, and you can wear them again afterwards. For instance, why not put in an attractive matching or contrasting gathered or pleated panel in the front of the dress?

The leaflets gave advice on everything from mending torn buttonholes and making slippers from cardboard and rags to saving fuel and mending chair seats. I’ll bet today’s recycling supporters could even learn a few things from the economies of the period.

What about your family? Do you remember World War II or have family members who do? Share a story with us, leave a comment, and I’ll be choosing someone to receive an epub of  CLOSE ENCOUNTER WITH A CRUMPET  at the end of the day. Love to hear from you. And now that I think about it, all that interesting research suggests another story. Looks like I’m in an England frame of mind.

Fleeta Cunningham

Strange Things Writers Do

One of the most bizarre things writers do is trace the lives of people that don’t even exist. Characters are more than just the names and series of events portrayed in a book. Long before we type ‘Chapter 1’, we sit down and think hard about who will inhabit the story. Not just names and personality quirks and physical descriptions, but where they went to school, and for how long, and what their first pet might have been, and whether they are scared of spiders or thunderstorms or the ocean. What are their key memories prior to the opening of the story?

Yes, I actually develop memories for my characters. The kind that we have in moments of great shock, pain, or wonder. Whether tragic or joyous, we’ve all known intense emotional experiences where we, or the world as we know it, change forever from one minute to the next. I got the idea from David Corbett’s THE ART OF CHARACTER: CREATING MEMORABLE CHARACTERS FOR FICTION, FILM AND TV. I’ll be the first to admit that thinking about the memories of a non-existent person is extremely weird, but then so is taking notes about how much different kinds of stab wounds bleed, or making my daughter trip me to see how a character would fall.

As a writer, I’ve found that creating these life-changing moments for characters is an eye-opener. I write the memories out, as Corbett suggests. Not for inclusion in the final manuscript, but to feel for myself what drives the people I’m inventing.

Below is the essential memory for Morgan Tregarth, the hero of my recently completed manuscript, ‘A Most Improper Connection’, which takes place in the 1840s. When the story opens, this is the event that has obsessed him for nearly a decade. It’s not a prologue, nor is it in the final draft, just part of my notes about him.


Morgan set his quill down on the teakwood desk to snatch the letter with the London address from one his uncle’s numerous Indian servants. Elation dissipated as soon as he recognized his father’s handwriting. With a sigh, Morgan touched the unfinished note before him on the wooden surface.

He’d written to his wife every day since arriving in Calcutta, begging for news of her and their unborn child. So far, she had not replied, although his father included news of her whenever he wrote, usually a perfunctory line or two about her health.

Disappointed, Morgan broke the seal and unfolded this latest missive. The words didn’t register immediately: “…sorry to inform you…disappeared with all her possessions…we can find no trace…”

Breath exploded from Morgan’s lungs in a near-sob. Pushing himself to his feet, he tried to inhale again, leaning on the desk. Nothing in his nineteen years, not even the death of his mother or his father’s remarriage, had ever hit him with such force. Straightening, he left the study, oblivious to everything but the silent howl of ‘Why?’ in his mind.

Eventually he realized that he stood before the door to his bedchamber, but he had no memory of walking through the house and up the stairs. His hand shook so badly he could barely turn the handle.

Once inside, he pushed the door closed again and leaned against it. Tears stung his eyes and nose, but did not flow. After what seemed an eternity of listening to the faint sounds of the crowded street below his shuttered window, he stumbled to the bed. Seating himself on the edge, he slumped over, his hands on his knees. Out of habit, he reminded himself that he had to be strong for his wife and child, then brought himself up short. Alix had left him. He had no one to be strong for any more.

He lowered himself onto his back. As he stared up at the ghostly mosquito netting, two things coalesced in his mind. One, that he would never ever give his heart to anyone again. Two, that while Alix had turned her back on him, he was still going to be a father. He would find his child if he had to hunt until hell froze over.


Talk about fake memories! I wrote a similar scene for the heroine of ‘Most Improper Connection’. (Hint: her name is Alix.) And I wrote the key memories 0f the hero and heroine of my current work-in-progress. I just hope I don’t loose my marbles when I’m old and start telling people at the nursing home about someone’s missing wife. Hey wait, that gives me an idea for a character…

What’s the strangest thing you’ve ever done for a reason that made perfect sense to you?


Yes, someone is always asking, “Where do you get the ideas for your stories?” I have a writer-friend who usually answers, “Walmart. They had some on special, so I took a few.”  I’ve wanted to come back with an equally snappy reply, but I somehow always think of a good one about two hours after the conversation. So I rely on the boring, unvarnished truth. I don’t know where stories come from.  Once in a while I’ll get an idea from something I’ve read in the paper. Or I was unabashedly eavesdropping and heard a bit of personal history I just couldn’t wait to expand into a full-fledged plot. Once I delved into my own early memories to create a scenario. That one is still my mom’s personal favorite. But mostly stories come from the open-ended quest to discover “What if….” and follow that rabbit down the rabbit hole.

Recently I’ve branched out a bit in following that trusty rabbit. I’ve been doing some shorter works, short stories and a novella. Those are new formats for me. It’s a well-established fact inside my family that I have a hard time saying good morning in less than 20,000 words. Trying to tell a whole story in under 50,000 is a stretch. Browning said the reach should exceed one’s grasp; I’ve taken on the challenge. Two of my pocket-sized productions will be coming out shortly, so here is a sneak preview. I’m not sure I can tell you where the ideas came from, but I’m pretty sure you can find the end result on in the near future. They will only be available as e–pubs, but that makes them really portable, right?


Her septuagenarian traveling companions quenched every flicker of pleasure Gill Banks anticipated during her trip to England. Then Simon, not quite a stranger but definitely an unknown element, challenged Gill to let her own heart lead the way. And she found that a close encounter with a crumpet can change a life forever.

You said it, Gill. It’s magic, maybe a sudden spell that vanishes at midnight or maybe one that can’t be broken. I don’t know. But I do know I looked at you two weeks ago, when you came on the coach, and I saw sunlight break through the clouds. I told myself somehow before this tour ended, I’d have at least one good conversation with you. I’d find out what made the gold lights in your eyes shine and how you look when you laugh. I’d almost given up hope when I saw you in the tea shop, unhappy as a wet kitten. Then I said your name and you smiled. I saw that sunlight part the clouds again. I grabbed the chance because I wasn’t about to let you slip away before I found out who Gill Banks is.”


When rancher Cole Witherspoon, a practical man, decides his ranch needs a woman’s touch, and he needs a wife, he goes about filling the vacancy in a practical way. He places a help-wanted ad. He doesn’t suspect when Cherilyn Bixby answers the ad how many lessons in love he’ll be learning from the no-nonsense schoolteacher…and her big, red cat.

It’s mighty brave of you to come out here all by yourself.” Cole rocked back on his boots. “I know most women want courting and flowers and love and so forth. I do believe that if two people make up their minds to treat each other decent, pay their bills, and find a little fun along the way, that’s a pretty good framework for a marriage. Stands a better chance than the lovey-dovey nonsense shoveled out by the movies. Your letters, they sorta tell me you take a practical view of things, as well.” He gathered up her suitcases. “Let’s head on to the ranch.” He started to reach for the wired box.

“I’ll take that one.”

“Funny looking case. What is it?”

“My cat.” Cherilyn lifted the case and turned toward the truck.

“Your CAT! Lord, woman, we’ve got barn cats at the ranch. You didn’t need to go and bring one.”

“This is Arabella, a pure-blooded Maine Coon cat and she’s no barn animal. She lives with me.”

“Cat? In the house? Never had a cat living in the house. Don’t think I’d want to. Better turn her loose in the barn with the rest of the mousers.”

“Now listen here, Cole Witherspoon, If it comes down to her being in the barn or me taking that next bus back, I guess I’ll just go back.”

Well, I have two pretty determined heroines heading out into new lives. To keep up with them, I’m going to have to branch out into a few new endeavors myself. How about you? Have some new challenges ahead? Hope they are as successful as Cherilyn and Gill found theirs.

Let’s get winter behind us and go look for wildflowers and romance, shall we?

Fleeta Cunningham

A Writer’s Retreat in Fredericksburg

A Writer’s Retreat
Enchanted Porch, Fredericksburg, Texas

Every now and then if a writer doesn’t run away, she will go insane.  This was the idea, born out of a desperate need to escape the holiday hustle, endless stream of visitors, cleaning house, and trying to catch up on the thousand things at work left undone until after the holidays.

And run away is exactly what I did…to the most beautiful cottage in Fredericksburg.  With three other writers, we absorbed the tranquility and reveled in the crisp fresh air, then we got busy on our projects. No phones, no endless football games, no somebody needing this or that, we were able to use our time to bounce ideas off each other and to create brilliant scenes or witty dialogue.

As Blue Jays and House Finches greeted us in the morning with delightful chatter, we relaxed with steamy cups of tea and discussed the day’s goals.  Breaking for lunch, a fat little squirrel would race up and down the live oak just beyond the back porch, showing off his recently scavenged pecan, then swish his puffy red tail just to be certain we were paying attention.  We sighed in contentment and agreed that this was the life.

Why couldn’t everyday be so glorious and productive?

Sometimes stopping to smell the roses isn’t just a good idea, it is necessary to exist.  For writers who have to wear many hats, our wonderful creation often takes the back burner, yet happens to be the one thing that keeps us going.  So, nurturing the need to dictate what our characters tell us becomes critical even when life interferes.  Most especially when life interferes.

That is why, during my eye-opening stay at Enchanted Porch, I decided to make this passion a priority in my life.  Not only will I be a more productive writer, I will be a more joyful writer.  I will not let others fill every waking moment with their wants and needs.  I have to put writing back at the top of my to-do list and will cut back on doing so many unnecessary things for others.  After all, a writer writes.

January Full Moon Guest–Sherri Shackelford

Sherri Shackelford and Ann Stephens

I’m super excited to be here, and I want to thank Ann Stephens for inviting me. I met her several years ago, just after she’d published her first book. I was in awe! I still am…Recently I joined Ann and Sherry James at a writer’s retreat. We had a lot of fun, learned a lot, and set some ambitious goals for the coming year.

When setting goals, you need more than will power alone. You need to change the roadblocks in your environment that are preventing you from achieving your goal. There are six key areas to consider when setting a goal or changing/creating a new habit.

Values – Why do you want this goal? What does it mean to you? More money…better health?

Skills – Take classes, do research, and learn the skills you’ll need to achieve your goal

Teamwork/Support – Find some support. Friends, family, professional groups. For example, when I decided I wanted to be a writer, I joined Romance Writers of America.

Incentives – don’t forget to reward yourself! Take care of yourself. Get your nails done. See a movie. Buy some new shoes. Celebrate your achievements!

Environment – Invest in your environment. I decorated my office with Goodwill finds. I painted them and spruced them up. My writing is important to me – and I wanted my writing space to reflect that.

What about you? Do you have a goal for the coming year?

Right now I’m really excited about the book I have releasing in February. When I wrote my first book, Winning the Widow’s Heart, I had trouble keeping one of my secondary characters from taking over the story. JoBeth McCoy was smart, savvy, and incredibly self-reliant. I realized she needed her own story!

Since Jo was a woman ahead of her time, she needed a job that fit her independent spirit. I decided to make her a telegraph operator. Turns out, Western Union liked to hire women because they could pay them less money. Go figure!

Here’s the back cover blurb:

Gentlemen don’t court feisty straight shooters like JoBeth McCoy. Just as she’s resigned to a lifetime alone, a misunderstanding forces the spunky telegraph operator into a marriage of convenience. Wedding the town’s handsome new marshal offers JoBeth a chance at motherhood, caring for the orphaned little girl she’s come to love.

Garrett Cain will lose guardianship of his niece, Cora, if he stays single, but he knows no woman could accept the secrets he’s hidden about his past. The lawman can’t jeopardize Cora’s future by admitting the truth. Yet when unexpected danger in the small town threatens to expose Garrett’s long-buried secret, only a leap of faith can turn a makeshift union into a real family.

Thank you, Authors by Moonlight, for having me!


One commentor will receive an advance copy of The Marshal’s Ready Made Family.

Sherri Shackelford is an award-winning author of inspirational, Christian romance.

A wife and mother of three, Sherri’s hobbies include collecting mismatched socks, discovering new ways to avoid cleaning, and standing in the middle of the room while thinking, “Why did I just come in here?” A reformed pessimist and recent hopeful romantic, Sherri has a passion for writing. Her books are fun and fast-paced, with plenty of heart and soul.

Sherri is putting the final touches on three more books for her Cimarron Springs series, and will release all the details as soon as they are available.

Visit Sherri’s web site to get the latest scoop on all of her books.


January is typically a month when we set resolutions and goals for the coming year. This year I’m looking more at the means to reach my goals rather than just focusing on the goals themselves. Sure, the goals are important, after all, if I didn’t have goals I wouldn’t know what I’m working toward, or what is driving me to keep pushing forward in this crazy business. Writing is hard work and is packed with moments of self-doubt and uncertainty. Guarantees are few and far between.

But if I don’t produce the pages, I won’t ever have a finished book I can put out there for the world to read, and, hopefully, enjoy. If I don’t produce pages I’ll never see the cover, never know the fun of watching the book sell, or the joy of hearing from readers.

Therefore, my focus this year is on upping my productivity. Before I can know the thrill of finishing yet another book, I have to sit down and write—turn a blank page into one full of words that take the reader from the beginning to the middle and to the end. On one hand, sitting down and writing seems like a simple concept. You just do it. On the other, that can be a tough row to hoe. We have families, jobs, and other activities all begging for our time.

And then there is the small is issue of procrastination. Many writers I know struggle with that fifteen letter word on a daily basis. Why? Well, as I mentioned earlier, writing is hard work. And, in spite of how much we love the craft and being able to say we wrote a book, some days the words don’t come easy. Some days we discover we’ve written ourselves into a corner, or a character has taken on a dimension we didn’t plan for them to. It’s then we have to stop and figure out where we went wrong, how to fix it, and where to go next. Believe it or not, sometimes scrubbing that bathroom is a heck of lot easier and more appealing than working on the book!

So, to help me with upping my productivity this year, I’m attending a conference this weekend that is solely devoted to just that—productivity. I’m looking forward to networking with other writers who are as eager as I am to learn ways to get those pesky and elusive words onto the page. I’ll spend two days hearing and discussing ideas on how to write smarter and faster, how to write amidst the chaos life can dish out, and how to dodge potholes on the writing road. I can’t wait!

What about you? Do you have a plan for 2014? What would you like to accomplish this year?

Whatever your plans, good luck! And don’t forget, the holidays might be over, but it’s still cold and snowy outside and ELF TROUBLE is a fun read you can enjoy any time this winter. The Studs 4 Hire boxed set is also still on sale for $0.99.

See you right back here in February!

Sherry James

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