This week, on the Romance Writers Weekly blog hop, we're asked, "Other than writing, what creative things do you do? How do they spark your imagination?"
Finally! An easy question. When I'm not writing (which, sadly, includes a lot of time when I'm SUPPOSED to be writing. Like now.) I can often be found creating book covers and graphics. It's related to what I'm supposed to be doing, so it doesn't feel like I'm procrastinating to no end.
At this point, the majority of my books are sporting covers that I designed and created. Like the one below.
I also like to cook and occasionally to knit. I've found inspiration in both of these things. I LOVE pottery, although I don't really have anywhere to do that at the moment. And I used to love to dance, although right now yoga is more my speed.
Return to Pine Meadows
Returning to Pine Meadows was the last thing Kara Bridger wanted. The small town was her past, not her future, but when her dad's dementia worsens, she has no choice but to return and help out on the family cattle ranch. As she struggles to cope with her father's illness, she finds an unlikely ally in Hawk Mitchell, the notorious ladies' man with a bad reputation. Having known each other since kindergarten, Kara has never given Hawk a second thought. But as she works alongside him, she begins to see a different side of him, one that she can't help but be drawn to. As tensions rise and the future of the ranch hangs in the balance, Kara must confront her feelings for Hawk and decide if she can trust him with not only her heart, but her family's legacy as well. Will their mutual attraction be enough to overcome years of animosity, or will it all come crashing down around them? Set against the backdrop of Montana's rugged beauty, "Pine Meadows" is a heartwarming story of love, family, and the enduring bonds of home.
Fall Giada Mazzi is Living her Best Life
A Games We Play/Whole Latte Love Story
Life is more than just the lies we try and tell ourselves about what we’ve done and who we are.
I guess the truth is that I never stopped loving Ben. And I never stopped imagining how different my life might have been if he were only the person I needed him to be, instead of the person that he is. Which is silly, right? I mean, truly; it’s laughable. Because if he were someone else, he wouldn’t be him. And the world is already full of people like that. What good is one more gonna do me?
Besides, if I’m honest, Ben wasn’t ever the problem. That was me. I was never the person he believed me to be. Oh, I thought I was, in the beginning. I tried hard to be, and that worked for a while. Sort of. But eventually I reached the point where I had to make a choice between living life for myself, or for everyone else.
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