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Colleen Coble writes romantic suspense with a strong atmospheric element. A lovable animal of some kind--usually a dog--always populates her novels. She can be bribed with DeBrand mocha truffles.
Denise Hunter writes women's fiction and love stories with a strong emotional element. Her husband says he provides her with all her romantic material, but Denise insists a good imagination helps too.
Diann Hunt writes romantic comedy and humorous women's fiction. She has been happily married forever, loves her family, chocolate, her friends, chocolate, her dog, and well, chocolate.
Cheryl Hodde writes romantic medical suspense under the pen name of Hannah Alexander, using all the input she can get from her husband, Mel, for the medical expertise. For fun she hikes and reads. Out of guilt, she rescues discarded cats. She and Mel are presently taking orders from four pampered strays.
8 Comments:
...the shadow of a younger Colleen...
Oh, wow, could I EVER relate to that! I watched a teenager almost literally FLY down the bleachers at a ballgame last night and couldn't help remember when I used to be able to do that, and then contrast it with my awkward one-step-at-a-time-hand-on-my-husband's-shoulder descent when the game was over. Sigh. Thank goodness for fiction that can take us to a place where we're still agile, graceful and charming. LOL.
Colleen, you can do anything you set your mind to. I've never seen anyone accomplish all that you do!
Still, I do understand the changing body thing. Sunday I squatted down to talk to my granddaughters. They each climbed onto my knees while I attempted to keep myself balanced. It wasn't until my sister-in-law said, "Will you be able to get up?" that I panicked. Fortunately, before we called the Jaws of Life, my husband and two brothers-in-law (yes, it took three of them), heaved me up from my pretzeled position.
If I ever squat again, just shoot me.
Oh, C.....you're cracking me up, but only because I can SO relate! As the big four-oh approaches, I find my body betraying me. Once a cheerleader (no sarcastic comments, please) I was once able to tumble, jump, etc. And I'm paying for the abuse I inflicted on my body now. When I go up stairs, I sound like Rice Krispies cereal--you know, snap, crackle and pop! But oh, to live on and be adventurous in my mind! THAT's where it really matters!
It's so hard to really sympathize with you Colleen, when all I'm hearing is blah blah blah Hawaii blah blah snorkeling. Sigh, seriously even though I'm still very young =) a few weeks ago I said something to my niece and when I turned my head slightly I saw her roll her eyes. Gasp. When did I become part of the dorky older generation who totally doesn't get it? (at least that's what preteens think)
On a lighter note. My 6 year old son thinks I'm 22. Who am I to burst that little bubble.
My favorite trick in Hawaii was to take a bag of frozen peas snorkeling with me. You open that sucker up and every fish within fifty feet is on top of you. Waves are fun. Just ask my mother, who watched a lifeguard in California swim out to rescue a couple of stupid kids who'd got caught in the rip tide. Guess who one of those idiot kids turned out to be?
LOL, Sabrina!!
As one who has recently hit the Big Four-O, I can totally relate! And mourn the loss of my agility. Now excercise isn't just about moving, it's about stretching. Gee whiz, who'da thunk it would be so hard?
If I could rasberry you, I would, Colleen. Hawaii...now there's a place I'd like to 'stretch' to. LOL!
I'm raising my hand, here. When did I start to ache all the time? I'm almost 45 and still feel seventeen in my head, and in many ways, I refuse to give that up.
So, let's live like how old we feel, not how old "we feel." ;)
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