I’ve been writing steadily since the New York conference last summer. Every month my healthcare column, “Writercare”, continues to be published in our RWA-NYC chapter newsletter, and once a month an “encore” column appears on our chapter blog. I’ve published five more book reviews in Historical Novels Review, too.
Wedded to the Dragon received some positive comments from editors and agents, but unfortunately the criticisms were congruent across the boards: At least I know that knowledgeable people agree about what’s wrong with it. The reader for the RNA-NWS contest in England had plenty to say about Wedded to the Warrior–a decidedly mixed critique–but full of valuable insights. Despite some polishing, it still didn’t final in the Golden Heart… curses, curses. The more I write fiction, the more I learn, and I am trying to pull it all up to the next level. In reading some of my chapter members’ work, I can see so clearly how some have progressed in their writing–from “Nice” to “Wow–I can’t put this down.” Needless to say, I am trying to get into that “Wow–I can’t put this down” group. I’m sending a requested partial of Wedded to the Dragon to an agent who asked for it at the Liberty States conference last month, and I’m working on Wedded to the Viking for this year’s RNA-NWS.
So onward–the story continues!

Just briefly, before I return to all things medieval, I want to memorialize my brother Mike Knowles and nephew Adam Myers in this space. Adam, age 39, was killed in a tragic, senseless car accident July 20, 2011, leaving a wife, two tiny children, and a large extended family missing him beyond belief. Mike, age 57, was found dead of natural causes on August 19, not even a month later. He was a mainstay in our family–dear and necessary, a best friend, an irreplacable brother. May they both rest in peace. (It’s more likely that they’re having a couple of beers up in Heaven, telling jokes and having a high old time.) If anything good has come from these heartbreaks, it is that our family is closer than ever, even more supportive of each other than before. You already know this, but it is true: Hug your family, love each other, and don’t postpone one thing that you want to do. Just like in the Dark Ages, life can be cruelly short and death can be sudden.
I don’t know what was in the water at the Connecticut Fiction Fest May 14, but after I got home, all I wanted to do was write. I mailed off the two full hardcopies that were requested, studied some craft articles online, and just seemed to get compulsive about sitting down at my desk and working on my current story. I play my harp or pennywhistle for about five minutes, light the three battery candles on my desk, and just get lost in 1070 A.D. I’m going to the RWA National Conference in New York next week–only 90 miles from home–yay!! As much as I’m looking forward to it, I hate to leave the peace of the June garden and the music and candlelight of creative evenings at home. Times Square is so…well, how can I describe it–noisy, crazy, garish–yes, and fabulous. I do love New York City, but I’m in a medieval state of mind just now. Here is a picture of my yard–it looks countrified like a cottage garden of several hundred years ago. I don’t know when picket fences started–I’ll have to research that!
The daffodil is the national flower of Wales, but it is unclear how and why it began to replace the leek as the country’s emblem. Some sources say that the Victorians wore the Welsh wild daffodil on Saint David’s Day because it seemed more elegant than wearing a leek. It certainly would be easier to pin to a hat or place through a buttonhole.