20th Anniversary of the Surrey International Writers’ Conference
It’s Sunday. The Sunday after The Conference. I think my brain is bleeding. I know my eyes feel like someone poured sand in them, and my throat is scratchy. Undoubtedly I’m incubating some horrid hotel-air Ebola-type virus that will lay me flat when I can least afford it.
But I don’t care.
It was an amazing weekend, full of up-to-the-minute information, inspiring keynote addresses, hilarious hijinks and of course, Michael Slade‘s Shock Theatre. And Jack Whyte‘s Mud.
But this means nothing to most of you.
Suffice it to say, I worked my patootie off, reconnected with old friends, met some new ones and am totally recharged to write the next book – and the one after that, and the one after that – the very best I can.
I’ll post something more interesting shortly. Because if I learned one thing this weekend – thank you, Sean Cranbury! – it’s KEEP BLOGGING!
And We’re Off…
- At August 30, 2012
- By Roxanne Snopek
- In Roxanne Writes On
- 0
A huge thank-you to everyone who downloaded
Three River Ranch last weekend!
Thanks to you, it reached
#71 on Amazon’s TOP 100 romance series list!
Next week, the promotion begins in earnest, so if you haven’t already “Liked” me on my Facebook author page, please do so! There will be contests, chats, “Hero Wars,” and more, and this is where I’ll announce it. And we’re starting with:
SHOW YOUR WILD SIDE & WIN!
Service dogs and horses are a big part of the Three River Ranch story, so we’re asking readers to share your favorite photos of your dog or horse for a chance to win prizes, including a cameo appearance in one of my upcoming novels or a gift card to PetSmart. The photos will be judged by you, the participants, so pass on the news – we want lots of photos!
I’ll be able to tell you more soon on Facebook, so stay tuned!
Take that, cholesterol.
- At June 07, 2012
- By Roxanne Snopek
- In Life, Roxanne Writes On
- 2
With all the comings and goings in our house lately, proper meals are a hit and miss affair. I know it’s typical of this stage of life; kids hopping up and down on the brink of the nest… dad finally trading his 60-hour work weeks for some fun stuff … and me with my predictably random schedule. (By the by, did you know that the term “freelance” comes from the Medieval name for soldiers who hired themselves out for whoever would pay them. Game of Thrones calls them “sellswords.” Boom. You’ve just been Clavened.)
But as I was saying, thank goodness for frozen thin-crust spinach pizza. And tortellini, without which I believe my youngest would have succumbed to starvation. Alone in her room. Neglected and forgotten, as last-borns always are. Or so they believe.
Yesterday, however, we are all around to eat at the same time, so I made a proper dinner. Salmon with lemon-dill sauce, my famous Kitchen Sink salad (don’t ask for the recipe, it changes every time) and fresh asparagus, grilled and tossed with olive oil and lemon juice. Check out the plate: more than half-full of veggies.
I feel so virtuous, I may have to go to Starbucks for a lemon-cranberry scone.