I met ANOTHER actual published author today. I met her months ago, actually, but I found out she’s an author today. She works (or maybe volunteers for riding time?) at the farm, so I see her once or twice a week. We exchange hellos, we know each other’s name, but we haven’t said more than a few words to each other before today. She seems shy. Today, she was walking with me as I took Tigger to the indoor arena, and she mentioned going somewhere for book research. Book research? I pounced. A little. Nicely.
Turns out she wrote three historical romance novels for Harlequin in the early 2000s, at least one of which sold a quarter of a million copies. She said she’s had writer’s block for a decade (writing stopped being fun and became stressful instead), and she wants to branch out of romance.
Anyway, I’m super curious, and I will be reading the first of her books soon. By Tuesday, I expect to have a signed copy of Beauchamp Besieged by Elaine Knighton.