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Happy, happy holidays!!!

 by Diana McCollumHappy Holidays! I love this season! The Christmas lights, music and goodies to eat. We bought a giant tree this year to go in our open beam living room. This will probably be the last year for a giant tree. All the family is coming on December 28th for our family get together and celebration. I'm still undecided if I'm having a turkey this year or stick with tamales

My Favorite Reads of 2024 by Lynn Lovegreen

 I love to read, as most writers do. I have eclectic tastes in reading; I read mostly fiction, but some nonfiction too. My favorite genres are YA (young adult) romance, contemporary, and historical fiction. I throw in some middle grade, adult romance, mystery, and history to mix it up a bit. Here are my favorite reads of this year—some were published this year, but others have been around a

Still SAD after all these years

  It's the middle of December, 2025, and I feel overwhelmed. I have dealt with SAD, Seasonal Affective Disorder, for nearly 40 years. I am repeating a post from 2020 because right now I feel a  little foggy.  Please forgive me for resurrecting this blog post. Seasonal affective Disorder (SAD) has probably been around since the beginning of humanity but it was not

Wartime Christmas Memories by Eleri Grace

Each Christmas I enjoy re-reading a blog post that a man wrote in tribute to his mother, who had served as a Red Cross Girl in Europe from 1943-45. Unfortunately, it seems the original blog is now behind a pay site, which is very sad as I don't think I ever printed out a copy. Thankfully I've blogged about it before and can refer back to my previous reflections. In the man's memory, there

Is 2025 Any Different? by M. L. Buchman

M. L. BuchmanI just reread the 2024 prognostication I composedfor RTG last December: https://romancingthegenres.blogspot.c... agree with most everything…except forone small detail I forgot to think about. The Big MissLast year I noted that 2023 was a whackedyear for writers because the world decided to splash out and party in the

Simple? Easy? Maybe - Maybe Not

 Hi, I’m Judith Ashley, author of The Sacred Women’s Circle series, soulnourishing romantic women’s fiction with light paranormal elements. My storiesshow you what life could be like if you had a place like The Circle where youare unconditionally accepted, supported and loved. And where, with thissupport, you make choices to overcome the darkest nights of your life to chooselove and

Tea, Planners, and Chocolate: My Year-End Goal Setting Ritual

Here we are near the end of another year. And you know what that means? Setting goals for next year, of course. No rest for the wicked around here! But this lowly writer can’t set goals without a few of my favourite things. (Well, I could, but it wouldn’t be as much fun.) In no particular order …Printed calendar pages from the good folks at Time & Date. I fiddle around until I get the

Whew! Where did the year go! by Paty Jager

I can't believe it's December already! I'm on the last few chapters of my latest book with the hope of having it ready to release by the end of January or early February at the rate things have been going lately.I like December, the last month of the year. Usually, it is a clean-up month. Clean up all the things that I didn't get to the rest of the year. This year is no different. Finishing up

Words of Wisdom from Harelquin's Vice President of Editorial

 Happy Belated Thankgiving! Recently, I had the pleasure of  interiewing Harlequin's  Vice President of Editorial, Dianne Moggy; one of the most gracious ladies I know. She's someone I consider a friend.   Here' s what she had to say about the ever changing publishing world. It seems the more things change, the more they remain the same (my two cents).1/ Can you

Blast from the Past: SEEING SANTA by Robin Weaver

 Seeing SantaBy Robin WeaverHi Everyone,I wanted to re-post one of my favorite--and earliest--holiday memories. Hope you enjoy the read.Happy Holidays to All!I hadn’t seen him in almost forty years but there he was, waving at me from the cover of a greeting card. One eye twinkled, while the other closed in a saucy wink. Just the way I remembered him.My parents separated the year I turned