Girlfriends of the Monkees.

We played it for weekends at a time. Quite possibly one entire summer.

I was Davy’s girlfriend, and God knows why, my girlfriend name was “Dolly.” We packed suitcases for the concert tours, warded off crazy backstage fans, went on dates in planes and trains and fancy cars, and surfed on a plank between two chairs in my bedroom while our famous, visible-only-to-true believers, boyfriends surfed behind us.

Of course, Davy was a good pick, arguably the cutest, the most popular and got the most vocals, but the real truth? My friend Melinda picked first.

thHad she not called Peter Tork before I had the chance, I would have picked Peter. He was taller, a little goofier and had a dimple that looked a lot like mine. I never told Melinda, but I thought we were a better match. Plus, though we were only 12 or 13, but I already had a good four inches on Melinda, so it would have been a simple, natural, sensible trade.

Davy’s gone. Now Peter. Oh, I could hide ‘neath the wings, Of the bluebird as she sings, The six-o’clock alarm would never ring.

Thanks for the memories, adorable Peter Tork. And for the goofy Saturday morning ventures, singable lyrics and songs that sounded especially spectacular when singing into the industrial-sized propeller fan in Melinda’s basement. And give Davy my regards. He’ll probably remember me by my frosted pink Max Factor lipstick “borrowed” from my mother and my Heaven Sent cologne.

Feeling my way around the author world.

For those of you who have attended my A Novel Idea event, you know this: There are a kazillion (an exaggeration, but still you’d be surprised) number of local authors out there. I book six authors each month to talk for 10 minutes each about their published books at Crema, a Dunwoody coffee shop, and I could double that with the number of requests I have to participate.

For me, it’s a way to integrate myself into the author world; meet others like me; share tips and ideas; and feel, for a moment, like an on-the-cusp-of-famous author.

Truth is, we are all looking for the same thing: a means to share our stories and find readers for our work. For the past few years, it’s been my goal is to take a class and attend one writer’s retreat every year, and it always turns out to be some of my favorite days each year.

ReunionofSaintsfrontonlyI’m in the thinking mode for Novel No. 3; working title: Reunion of Saints. I’ve written about 14,000 words (a novel is usually around 80,000+) and I have a good start and a good outline, but I haven’t yet hit that surge where I can’t stop telling my story. Stupidly, and against all good-use-of-time logic, I’ve even designed a cover idea. It’s the story of four girls who meet at a fictional Catholic college in Georgia in the early ’80s. They solidify their friendship freshman year while on a rafting trip on the Chattooga River with a UGA fraternity.

Their friendship remains solid and though they all go their separate ways, they stay close over the years via Round Robin letters they share. Twenty years later, they come together for a week-long reunion and take a second rafting trip down the Chattooga. This trip, though, is much different from the first.

BTW, the next A Novel Idea is scheduled Tuesday, March 5, which happens to also be Fat Tuesday. Let me know if you need more details. It’s free and fun.


Parameciums, hypotenuses and the aftermath.

What’s your favorite word?

I like serendipity, hootenanny and ubiquitous. I think rainforest is cool. And I can totally groove on groovy.

I dont’ like phlegm, mucus, aftermath or stool. And as far as products go, just hearing the words Kaopactate and Quarter Pounder sends me retching.

UnknownParameciums and hypotenuse are two words I distinctly remember branding into my brain when I was in high school. Not just because they were fun to say, but because I learned what they were and knew I’d never forget. I didn’t, but I can’t recall either has ever come in handy in conversation since. In fact, parameciums aren’t even what they were then. We were taught that they were the smallest single-cell organisms on earth, and since that time I think scientists have found about 40 billion smaller things. I still like hypotenuse, though. If I ever get a goldfish, I might name it Hypotenuse.

Some people don’t like moist. I can live with that one, though if I think about it too hard, it takes me back to a nasty-ass hotel room I stayed in once.

Ass is another word I kind of like. Mostly used like above. It’s a good suffix to words like crazy- and silly- and big-, as in “That’s a big-ass cupcake.”

Aftermath is without question my least favorite.  It never describes anything but terror or destruction. By definition, I suppose it could be used to describe what happens after something good, i.e., the aftermath of the sunshine and spring rainfall brought out the tulips, but I’ve never heard it used that way.

What’s your favorite and least favorite words?

Sneak peek at my Valentine to you.

VDaymemeBe the first to know… I’m offering a free download for “Three of Cups” on Thursday!

Speaking of Valentine’s Day, I have some random thoughts:

Once—I think it was Mrs. Sanders’ 4th grade—we had a substitute teacher the week of Valentine’s Day. We’d all brought in empty Kleenex boxes so that we could decorate our Valentine’s mailboxes, and on the day of decoration, we had the sub.

I covered my box with pink construction paper and the substititute teacher thought that was dumb. She pretty much said so.

“Red is for Valentine’s Day,” she said. “Not pink.”

I didn’t try to come up with a reply, because I thought she was kidding. Pink is the closest color to red. It’s a desaturated version. Pink is a tint of red, vs. maroon or burgandy, which is a shade. Add white=tint. Add black=shade. I wanted pink construction paper to backdrop my Valentine’s box that I added hearts cut with Mrs. Sanders’ pinking shears and paper doilies edging out the opening to. I thought it was fabulous.

She wasn’t kidding though. She really thought that my design was dumb. So dumb that she felt it necessary to tell a 4th grader so. I don’t know why I remember that, but I do.

I remember something else too.

My friend Debbie had a boyfriend named Jeff. He gave her a box of candy conversation hearts for Valentine’s Day and she shared them with me on the bus. They tasted terrible. We figured out— and the next day he confirmed— that he’d sprayed the box of candy (no Cellophane, by the way. It was a long time ago.) with his mother’s perfume. Chanel No. 5, I think. We could taste it.

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Thoughts on rollercoaster riding, googling and a favorite author.

downtownIt seems I should be used to rollercoaster riding. My life in the real estate industry is either up or down, but never either for very long.

Getting my new book out is sending me on a wild ride too. Getting close had me flying high. Finding a whole bunch of missing words and a couple of typos — AFTER SUBMITTING FOR READER REVIEWS —(forever grateful to astute beta reader Ellen Lange, though) I was back down again.

The goofs are fixed in plenty of time for the July 1 release of “Three of Cups,” but it’s got my heart racing just the same.

But here’s the next high: I was googling to find and connect with some of the bloggers who had posted reviews for “Jaybird’s Song” and stumbled upon this:

Kirkus Reviews — the grand poobah of reviewers in the book publishing industry — has recommended “Jaybird’s Song” for readers who like Anne Rivers Siddons’ book, “Downtown.”

ARS is a favorite of mine, and several people have mentioned our styles being somewhat similar, but Day-am! Kirkus Reviews thinks so too?

I’m riding high. At least, for the moment.

Would you buy this book?

THREEOFCUPSCOVERONLYTHREE women: Mandy, a determined young mother raises her son alone when husband Adam is drafted in the U.S. Army. Ginger, a lonely new bride waits for her husband’s return from Vietnam. And Rachel quits her high-pressured job with a burgeoning company to seek her next adventure.

TWO time periods: Against the backdrop of the Vietnam War, their stories begin in the early 1970s and converge almost three decades later.

ONE secret: A secret lies dormant before threatening to undo all their lives.

Tying them all together are the eccentric Millie, who mixes up vocabulary words and dabbles in the tarot; Mandy’s impersonal family that she strives to transcend; and Oodles and Poppy, Rachel’s grandparents that provide the stable grounding she seeks.

Artfully entwined, you’ll root for all three women because ultimately, “Three of Cups” is the story of female friendships and unshakable bonds.

Would you buy this book?

What color do you think is most appealing?



I am indie, hear me roar.

I’ve been on the fence and, at various times, on either side of it. There have been times I went to sleep on one side of the traditional vs. indie fence and woke up on the other.

But after considerable appeal from each lobe of my brain and ventricle of my heart, the gut took the spoils.

I’m full-on indie and ready to roar.

Indie? It means I’m publishing my new novel, “Three of Cups” independently.

Traditional publishing works great for known authors and the microscopic percentage of newbies with the right story and the right mojo at the right place at the right time. But my luck has always been to find the missing earring two days after I’ve decoupaged its mate to a craft project. And my mojo shows up only when I’m in control.

Plus, I’m impatient.

I published my first two books, “Jaybird’s Song” and “You’ve Got a Wedgie Cha Cha Cha” through CreateSpace, Amazon’s publishing arm, and loved the process. With those credentials under my belt, I was tempted to seek an agent and a publisher for “Three of Cups.” But my research, my meager attempts at the process, and my gut quickly reminded me that I don’t want anyone changing the name of my book. I like it. And the whole, “if we are interested, you will hear from us in 8- to 12-weeks, don’t call or email us in the interim, and send all 80,000 words in the body of the email because we won’t open any attachments” crushed my mojo and flattened my convictions.

So I’m presenting it with my words, my title, my cover design and my marketing efforts, and hope to find its audience.

Indie publishing is huge for many reasons. It’s simpler than ever to distribute author’s works via electronic e-book files. More, it’s simpler than ever to print paperback versions as each book is printed on demand. There’s no outlay for cases of pre-printed books. Best of all, it gives the artist the opportunity to present his or her work as truly his or her work.

I like that part. A lot.

That’s not to say it should really be done independently. Professional editor Wayne South Smith is currently doing a content read on “Three of Cups.” He gave me great ideas after my first draft of “Jaybird’s Song,” and I’m expecting he’ll have an insightful grasp of ways to improve upon this new one as well. And my crack team of beta readers is hard at work. Reader No. 1, Monica McGurk, has picked up on tweaks, inconsistencies and a few goofs as well as offered fabulous feedback and ideas. I’m taking every suggestion.

Beyond that, every author needs a meticulous line-by-line proofreader and grammarian before expecting the world to embrace their efforts.

And a great cover is critical. Use a professional. Fortunately for me, I know one. And my dear friend Sharon Moore is the most amazing artist I’ve ever met. She’s working on an illustration that will go on the cover.

And then there’s the whole marketing thing. But from what I hear and read, so much of this is on the author’s plate anyway. Unless, maybe if you’re John Grisham or J.K. Rowling.

The most important component of all, though, is readers.

Indie authors need readers and fans to help catapult their story. Your support is huge.

There are so many ways you can help:

  1. Be a reader. Indie published book libraries are LOADED with talented authors and fabulous stories. Look beyond the top ten lists and spend time reading reviews. You’ll be surprised at what you can uncover.
  2. Share posts. Help good work go viral by sharing your opinion with your own spheres. One sphere becomes two, becomes four, becomes sixteen, and ultimately becomes viral.
  3. Leave a review. Reviews are gold to authors. There are plenty of places to review books, Amazon and Goodreads being the most obvious. Leave a few words if you wish, but even a handful (or close) of stars means so much.
  4. Tell your friends. Invite your book club. Write your own posts. Share stories you love with people you know.

“Three of Cups” is coming soon. It tells the stories of three women — Rachel, Mandy and Ginger. Though their narratives begin decades apart, a secret between two of them and the amazing power of female friendships, bring their stories into one.

I hope you’ll like it. KWF



Okay, this is getting fun.

I’m about six months in as a published novelist and I’ve learned a lot:

  1. Writing is an amazing release.
  2. EVERYONE has a story to tell. Everyone. Some of you are lucky enough to have an amazing life story for memoir or have conquered and learned to the point of having a roadmap for others.
  3. If you’re like me and fiction is your thing…. how much fun is it to make stuff up? I seriously LOVE that about fiction!
  4. It is WAY harder to make a living out of this than I ever imagined. If that’s your real and only goal, it’s truly going to take a huge pile of luck i.e., Oprah-kind-of-luck because it’s really a small potatoes — or working in the red — thing until that point.

But, I’m REALLY having fun and I’m REALLY grateful for the HUGE support system that has been my made up of really awesome and supportive friends and family who read and like my book and continue to support it.

I never expected that I would write a book that everyone would like. And of course, I didn’t.

But here’s the thing: As of this blog, I’m up to 39 Amazon reviews and I have 4.9 stars! And SO MANY OF THE RECENT REVIEWS are from people I don’t know! This is really encouraging and SO MUCH FUN! Early in the summer I had a publicist helping me who forwarded the book to lots of book bloggers and people who review books via a program called NetGalley. The reviews have started coming in from readers who I don’t know…

And they are still liking Jaybird’s Song! AND these are avid readers… so possessed with books that they do this all the time!

Click here and read the reviews. If you click on the right where it says READ MOST RECENT you’ll find a whole bunch of readers that I don’t know, but I hope to one day. Their words are really, really encouraging!


Jaybird in flight.

upcomingeventsLots of good stuff happening

this month for “Jaybird’s Song.” Check out these free events where I’ll be signing books (and in some cases presenting the deets) for my new novel, as well as “You’ve Got A Wedgie Cha Cha Cha,” a collection of columns from my years as a weekly columnist for the Dunwoody Crier.

My sally into the novelist world has been fun and is getting better all the time,

but I need a catapult…

and you can help.

Here’s are some ways. And I’ll be oh-so grateful!

  1. Have you read “Jaybird’s Song?” If yes, thank you! Please tell your friends if you enjoyed it, and PLEASE post a review on Amazon or Goodreads. If you haven’t read it, here’s how you can purchase:

2. Share my posts! These events are great opportunities for book lovers to meet lots of authors and share their love of books and more.

3. Tell your book clubs about “Jaybird’s Song!” I’d love to come to your meeting to join in the discussion, and I’ll provide hard copies at a discounted price for your club.

4. Share your pics reading “Jaybird’s Song.” I’ll post them on my Facebook page, or share via Instagram via @jaybirdssong, #readsnapshare, #jaybirdssong

4. Do you have an “in” with Oprah? Or Reese? Drew? Nicole? I’m looking for that giant catapult and any of these ladies could make it happen!

5. Come see me at Escape2Books next Saturday, or the Decatur Book Festival or Titles at Twilight! Thanks so much for all your support!

And please feel free to comment on this blog, share, etc. I see the analytics that people are reading, but I’d love to know WHO is reading and catch up with you! K


I call it the ‘Raja’s Rice’ method.

Overwhelmed? More on your plate than you can possibly cover?

I have a method of coping and I shared it today with my daughter. I heard her frantic heartbeat slow and her blood pressure steady as I mapped out my suggested plan, and it made me feel like an active, hands-on, needed and effective mother again.

“Do you remember when your sister came home from 4th grade one day and had that huge emotional meltdown?” I asked her.

She didn’t remember, but I remember every detail.

Jill’s face was white as a sheet when she got off the bus that day. When I questioned her, she fell apart and couldn’t stop crying long enough to even tell me what had happened. I conjured every possible worst-case scenario as I worked to calm her and was never so happy to learn that her meltdown was due to an outrageous (and completely unfair and ridiculous) load of homework.

She explained that the assignments had been piling on all day long and she’d been feeling pressure, but just before the bell rang, her teacher assigned a story from the literature book called “Raja’s Rice,” and wanted a three paragraph summary of what she read.

That was her tipping point.

I’ve always juggled a lot of balls at a time (and I’ve always liked Oreos), so I calmed her down with a couple of Oreos and a glass of milk and said to myself, “You’ve got this.”

It may have been my finest hour.

We started by going through her student planner and bookbag and making a list of all the work she was to accomplish before school the next day. Next, I asked her to write an estimate of how much time each line item was going to take to complete. Then I asked her to look at the items that were going to take the most time and think about whether there were organizational steps that she could complete toward the project that would make her feel accomplishment, and how much time would that take?

The list was long. Why can’t assignments be better coordinated in elementary school so kids don’t get so overwhelmed? But, once we looked at it carefully, we realized that there were several items that would take only five or ten minutes each.

“Let’s start there. Then you will have several things checked off the list and behind you.”

Twenty minutes later she had three items checked off and the color started coming back to her face.

Next, we assigned time slots for the rest of the list. We accounted for dinner, a couple of breaks and broke up a couple of the big ticket items into two time slots, but we blocked off specific start and finish times for each and every item and we mixed the easier items between the harder ones.

Then we followed the plan to a tee. I was the timekeeper and at each time interval I would let her know it was time to move to something new. Only once did she not complete something in the time slot we’d alloted but we mutually agreed that the plan was working, so we moved its completion to the end of the list.

She finished every assignment and we both felt accomplished and proud.

“Raja’s Rice” turned out to be the fable you may have read called, “One Grain of Rice” whereby a young village girl outsmarts the selfish raja. For me, it turned out to be the method by which I organize myself when I’m feeling overwhelmed. And it works every time.

I know it’s not the first time I’ve shared the method with Jackie, but today was the day my lesson resonated with her. She’s long-since out of school, but the workload at her job has been growing and I recognized the near-meltdown as soon as I picked up the phone.

“Make a list of everything you need to accomplish,” I coached. “Beside each item, write down how much time you think you will need to complete it…”

Sometimes all it takes is a plan. (And the chance to be a mom again.)