05/16/12


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A Modest Rant… by Grace Burrowes

by Grace Burrowes

I’m ambivalent about the holiday we call “Mother’s Day,” and now that everybody has called Mom and gotten flowers, I will air some of that ambivalence. For one day a year, Mom gets breakfast in bed (maybe), or she’ll find the house clean by virtue of Dad and kids pitching in. Maybe she’ll be queen for a day, get some cards, a few flowers. Read the rest of this entry »



04/24/12


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Cougar Bait by Grace Burrowes

by Grace Burrowes

Earlier this month, I betook myself to my first ever Romantic Times convention, an event that focuses on readers, though authors and romance publishing industry professionals are much in evidence too.

So are romance cover models. In years past, the Cavemen from Ellora’s Cave, and other fellows vied for the title of Mr. Romance. That competition was absent this year, perhaps because the traditional sponsor, Dorchester, is no longer with us. Read the rest of this entry »



04/9/12


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Grace Has An Orgy — by Grace Burrowes

by Grace Burrowes

Indulging myself is easy—a good book; a quarter pound of sprouted almonds covered in double dark German chocolate consumed one at a time; a sleep-in day in the middle of the week; a bouquet of flowers; a good dessert after a meal with a friend.

Pampering myself, however, is foreign to my nature in the typical sense. I don’t want anybody fussing with my hair, skin, fingernails or toenails. I have restless leg syndrome too severely to permit me to enjoy a massage. I do not enjoy shopping for anything except books and horses (and really good chocolate covered almonds). I do not own a DVD player so an Austen marathon is out (though Colin, I do miss you).

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03/28/12


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The Grinch Wrote Romance by Grace Burrowes

by Grace Burrowes

There I was, toiling away at my computer early Monday morning, polishing a short written to go with my first Scottish Victorian. The phone rang, and what did I think?

I thought I was being hailed into an emergency child abuse hearing, which is regularly part of my job. My sentiments ran something like this: Read the rest of this entry »



03/15/12


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Ode to Mr. Armitage… Sorta by Grace Burrowes

by Grace Burrowes

As part of a recent guest blog post, I was asked to provide a photo of a guy I thought was swoon-worthy. Maybe it’s my age, my compulsion to yeah-but, or my inherent lawyer sense of fairness, but if I’d been a guy author, and I’d been asked to post a picture of a woman I thought was hubba-hubba worthy, would that have been Politically Correct? Read the rest of this entry »



02/20/12


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Unexpected Beauty by Grace Burrowes

by Grace Burrowes

Facebook is an expected part of a published author’s branding repertoire, so of course, you can “find me” on Facebook, or some facsimile of me named Grace Burrowes. The other day I saw a piece about an experiment run at a Washington DC metro station, as follows: Read the rest of this entry »



02/7/12


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My Old Flame by Grace Burrowes

by Grace Burrowes

One of my first guardianship clients was a fellow named Harold. Harold was ninety-six, and quite sharp in many regards, but his memory was faltering. He’d outlived two wives and his only son, and thus had no family to help him make the important decisions.

Harold also had no feet, diabetes having taken a toll on his circulation. Read the rest of this entry »



01/16/12


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The Option We Forget by Grace Burrowes

by Grace Burrowes

I spent much of 2011 in an unproductive dither about writing. This was stupid, though probably a mandatory rite of passage in an author’s development. I’m much better now, thank you, having put the irrational nature of publishing “success” in some kind of perspective. Here’s what I’ve learned:

Well written books don’t always sell well; poorly written books may sell very well. Nobody’s really sure why either occurs, though everybody has an earnestly propounded theory grounded in little more than personal experience, a few supporting anecdotes and a load of desperate hopes. Write anyway—because you love to, that’s why. Read the rest of this entry »



01/10/12


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St*ff I Know by Grace Burrowes

by Grace Burrowes

I get the anchor slot on this twelve day merry-go-round of fun, reflections, and stories, though short of publishing a recipe for lutefisk cupcakes, I’m not sure what I could offer to top our recent posts. In the spirit of respect and acceptance for which this blog deserves to be famous, I will offer… a secret. My secret is that… Read the rest of this entry »



12/23/11


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Grace Impersonates the Bumble… by Grace Burrowes

by Grace Burrowes

It’s TWO DAYS before Christmas, Hanukkah is in full swing, and if you have time to read this, you’re either procrastinating last minute gift wrapping or you’ve developed the holiday adaptation for compulsive tendencies. Good on you, either way.

I like the holidays just fine. Beloved Offspring isn’t underfoot to supervise me, so I don’t have to get a tree, decorate, wrap presents, or otherwise crowd a goodly expanse of unstructured time with culturally mandated activities. Those activities were all well and good when I was parenting a minor child, but now I’m enjoying being in my prime, which often equates to being in my jammies during daylight hours. Read the rest of this entry »



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