It is a great day when you get to dedicate a book you wrote in the land it takes place in! That is what I’m off to do for my latest book, do-overs: an Irish story, which is offically published as of June 22! While the family (thank you Brian, Richard, and Taylor!) holds down the fort, I’m traveling with 10 others to play for a few weeks in the Emerald Isle.

Don’t miss me too much!

And not to worry, you’ll get a new chapter of Mayden soon after my return… probably around July 17th! Thanks to all you readers, you make this so FUN! 

All Blessings, Robin

“Hey,” I hear a voice say from behind me, soft and low. My heart skips a beat, like it did when Michael first showed up. But this time it is because I thought he was beside me, not behind me. And I have no idea where Jake is.

Suddenly I’m feeling dizzy, like there’s a tornado in my head and another in my stomach, but they are not turning in sync.

“Sorry I’m late,” he says. “Your dad got to talking. Guy stuff.”

“What?” I say, feeling a sense of de ja vu inside the tornado.

“Your dad,” Michael says. “He kept talking. Looks like I missed the fire.”

I look to the fire and see it has, indeed, gone down. Nearly out. When did that happen? Read the rest of this entry

We have talked about the mash up as a way to get a good book idea, but this video goes deeper… What calls to you?

I can’t get her out of my head. Anna’s ash colored face is superimposed over the fire I’m making out there. It’s spooky, being so far from the house, out and down past the pool yard, over the hill where a fire can’t be seen so late at night. But I can’t leave because I told Michael before dinner I’d be here waiting for him. Then Dad grabbed him for a talk, and who knows how long that could go?

So there is Anna’s face between me and the fire, a memory looming.

I don’t care what Bea says, seeing Anna like that today shook me. I mean, that’s what she is probably going to look like right before she dies. And the thought of it is just unbearable.

I try to shake it off, but I can’t. Even if it’s not this week, or even this year, Anna is going to die. And these last days of hers will be spent in a near coma, unless I do something about it. And unless Michael helps me. Read the rest of this entry

Where is the big problem in The Mayden Chronicles? We need to know… and soon

Hello Readers And Writers!

Well, it seems time to bring up an important topic to all writers:  How do you get published in this day and age? Then, how do you get into bookstores, and how do you get sales? Can you make a living as a writer? Good questions!

There is much debate in the industry over what venues work, but the reality is there are so many writers now, and so many models of publishing, the only thing certain is that the old “rock star author” dream is rarer than ever. That said, there are also many more writing jobs than ever–so writing for a living (even if not books) is far more possible.   Read the rest of this entry