Once upon a time, the mother of a couple of young children decided she wanted to write a book, or three. But because she was, well, the mother of a couple of young children, she spent a fair amount of her time doing parental things like sitting and watching her son at soccer practice, and…
Want to win Lunch with Laurie? (or tea, or brunch..?) The Carmel Bach Festival is holding a fund-raiser and auctioning off, among other things, a time with this author. Here’s their link, the auction finishes August 1st, and the time and place (local to me) is to be worked out.
Cambridge is a town well experienced in repelling would-be boarders. I have never managed to drive directly to any goal in this town, even when I’ve had a GPS, or SatNav as they’re known here. This time I had only some scribbled notes from the map on my new iPad, and although on my second…
(Apologies–I have a new machine that is proving shy about interacting with the blog program, so this post, from Thursday, is just finding its way to light. Laurie King Inc: the place to come for cutting edge technological wizardry.) … Romance is gone from the world. A journey that should be recognized with drama, import,…
Well, friends, here it is: draft one of next year’s Russell & Holmes novel, Pirate King: I came home from the God of the Hive tour (which had also been a trip to Portugal/Morocco/France/England) in mid-May with 70 pages of Pirate King written, about half what I had hoped for by that time. And inevitably,…
Oh, I do love this time of year, every morning: Strawberries, pineapple, blueberries, and raspberries. Ahhh.
So, have you enjoyed our little break from All Things Laurie? Or did going cold turkey disturb your world too much? I hadn’t actually intended quite such a long break without Muttering at you, but it took me nearly a month after getting home from Portugal/Morocco/France/England/book tour to get my life in some kind of…
Sometimes with family, you really luck out. True, sometimes family saddles you with serial killers and moustachioed aunts with lethal halitosis, but sometimes, that sprawling entity known as family presents you with a gift. One of my husband’s granddaughters brought an extraordinary man into our family. I mean, we all knew he was a great…
The God of the Hive was not the book’s original title. My working title (and I won’t be giving any spoilers in this post, so don’t worry) was The Green Man, but how we got from one to the other makes for a long and complicated explanation that is best boiled down to: My editor…