Posted in August 2012

A Little Taste of Nightingale

Nightingale releases in 24 days (Sept. 25th – and I’m in Paris, so it’s already Sept. 1)!!! Shhh…don’t tell anyone, but here’s the opening of Nightingale.     “My name is Lark Greene.” A white light flashes, blinding me. I can’t see beyond the small circle of darkness, but I know they’re all out there, … Continue reading

Paris Day 68: Making an Impression

I love music. So much that I almost always have over-sized headphones with me and have been known to walk around singing loudly, lost in beats and lyrics – especially when drafting a new book. Music has a way of guiding me to the right emotional tone and helping me work through tricky scenes. Plus, … Continue reading

Paris Day 62: Normandy

The beaches of Normandy. Omaha. Utah. Juno. Gold. Sword. I can’t remember a time when I didn’t know what D-Day was. Maybe I was that kid – the one obsessed with history – but I remember pouring over pictures of World War II and searching the faces of the soldiers who sat in the boats … Continue reading

Paris Day 57: Break Down

*disclaimer: this was written at 1am, after a long night. I didn’t proofread.* The heat. Oh, God, the heat. I now know why Parisians flee the city in August, sleep till 2pm, and stay up socializing until 3am. To escape the heat yesterday, we took the boys to the amazing Arts et Métier museum – … Continue reading

Paris Day 53: The Great Macaron Taste Test

My slightly manic obsession with macarons is on par with the way some people feel about chocolate or coffee. I SIMPLY LOVE THEM. I MUST EAT THEM. ALL. THE. TIME. I’m proud to say I’ve passed my obsession on to my boys. Since today was the first day of home school, Bug and I decided … Continue reading

Paris: Making Progress

One of the things I adore about my boys is how they embrace everything with enthusiasm. Within minutes of arriving at the apartment – and despite having traveled for fifteen hours – Boy2, aka “The Fox,” asked if he could walk around the corner and buy macarons. By himself. In French. This is what he … Continue reading

Finding My Voice

Warning: This post has possible triggers for sexual abuse, assault, and rape. ~dawn Last Wednesday, Bug and I celebrated our fourteenth wedding anniversary in Prague. Since we’re both huge history dorks, the thought of delving into a place so rich in culture and historical significance excited us. Bug even booked a two-day private tour for … Continue reading