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Adventures in Dress Shopping

Posted on May 26, 2013 at 2:20 PM Comments comments (13)
While shopping for a dress to wear to a friend's daughter's wedding I noticed something had keenly changed in the dressing room experience. 
 
Back in the day when I was younger and thinner and less, shall we say, lumpy, the ladies dressing room in the department store was a lonely place.  The other gals in their respective booths stayed behind their own curtains, they struggled with zippers and buttons alone in their quest.  We did not speak or offer opinions or even give eye contact when we passed each other on the way in and out of the dressing room.  Our hunt for an outfit was ours alone. Trying on dresses was about as much fun as a trip to confession, same little booth, same need to pray. However, even three Hail Mary's didn't always help find the right dress. 
 
My recent trip to the dressing room was different. There's a new camaraderie among Boomer women trying on clothes in those dressing room booths.  Our curtains open, we share the big mirror at the end of the room and we offer honest opinions not to strangers, but to comrades like soldiers in a trench.  We cheer each other on, we remark on what "works" and what doesn't.  We are one in our desire to find an outfit that camouflages best, hugs closest, slims the most, one that isn't too youthful, yet not too old lady, or God forbid, too short.  
 
I'm happy to report I found a good dress.,one that "feels good." But, I'm happier about something even better.  I've remembered that women get wiser as we get older and we've lived enough to laugh loudest at ourselves and that feels best. 

BOOMERANG

Posted on May 20, 2013 at 9:38 AM Comments comments (6)
   One of the synonyms for the word boomerang is rebound.  Being a member of the largest generation on the planet, the Baby Boomers, I've decided to call this series of articles Boomerang.  One day this feisty group to which I belong was known as the free love generation, the ones that asked if you were "going to San Francisco", those that reminded each other to "wear a flower in your hair." We stood for change, independence, freedom, non-conformity.  We walked to  the beat of our own drummer, one named Ringo. And now? Well...now we're on the cover of AARP, our medicine cabinets store more than multi-vitamins, our hair is streaked with silver, and we wear maginifying glasses to read our screens.  Yet, I  believe we have a choice here, boomer buddies.  We need not lament this stage of our time here on earth.  We ruled the '60's and now, well, we are pushing toward sixty candles on our birthday cakes, if we haven't already.  I say we rule THESE '60's as well.  Get ready for a series of fun with thoughts on us now.  First up:  "Adventures in the Dress Department."  Coming soon!
 
 

The Next Big Thing

Posted on March 11, 2013 at 2:22 PM Comments comments (4)
 
I am delighted to be apart of The Next Big Thing Blog Hop originated by middle grade writer Leslie Zampettiand tagged to me via her participant and my critique partner extraordinaire, Stacey Wilke, another middle grade writer.  Please take a moment to read about my exciting latest project. 
 
The Next Big Thing is a blog tour showcasing authors and their work. Each author must answer the ten questions below and then “tag” other authors they think are the next big thing!What fun! Who doesn’t love a good game of tag?! (Make sure to read all the way to the bottom so you can see who I tagged as the Next Big Thing!)
 
What is the working title of your book?
 
Restless Spirit
 
Where did the idea come from for the book?
 
I write romantic comedies about women facing real circumstances who discover themselves and the loves of their lives.  This book has a ghost in it, my first “ghost story.”  I’m a diehard Scorpio and I love mystical and spiritual realms.  The idea came to me one day while I was polishing my Great Great Aunt Clara’s rocking chair.
 
What genre does your book fall under?
 
Contemporary Romance with paranormal elements
 
What actors would you choose to play your characters in a movie rendition?
 
That’s a tough one.  I’d want someone kind of kooky but earthy and genuine for the female lead. And, the male lead, well Ryan Gossling could fit just fine.
 
What is the one sentence synopsis of your book?
 
Discovering the presence of a ghost in her house, a recently orphaned young woman learns through an old letter that she has a long-lost sister and she and an unlikely comrade, a local businessman hell bent on no involvement, begin a search that reveals more than they bargain for.
 
Will yourbook be self-published or represented by an agency?
 
This WIP will be my fifth romance.  All previous romances have been published through The Wild Rose Press and I will seek representationf or this one as well.
 
How long did it take you to write your first draft?
 
I’m still in the middle of this one.  I have another contemporary romance, Letters and Lace, due to release soon and I’ve been juggling my time. I project, however, that the first draft od Restless Spirit will be complete mid-summer.
 
What other books would you compare this story to within your genre?
 
Think “Ghost” with Patrick Swayze and Demi Moore.
 
Who or what inspired you to write this book?
 
My critique partners.  I’ve been talking about writing a ghost story for a while now and they encouraged me to go for it.
 
What else about your book might pique the reader's interest?
 
The title is a metaphor.  We are all “restless spirits” in our own way.  And, although there is an actual ghost or spirit in the story, the self-revelation of the main characters and their struggles with their own restlessness is the “meat” of the story.
 
I think theNext Big Thing is:
 
Middle Grade FantasyWriter, Stacey Wilke
 
 
Multi-genre Writer, Kathleen Gallagher
 
 
 

About The Tag Line

Posted on January 18, 2013 at 1:34 PM Comments comments (26)
   Today I thought I'd say a little something about my tag line...."Romantic Comedies With Heart." 
   To me, comedy without heart is merely corrosive.  Comedy has to have a core in vulnerability, just like love.  We laugh at situations that we can either identify with or imagine experiencing. 
    We laugh at the unexpected because it hits us when we aren't looking. Think about how sometimes you can't help but laugh at the slapstick antics of that circus clown getting a pie in his face.
     Often, love hits us the same way--when we aren't looking.  And, too, love's key ingredients include the situation in which we find ourselves and most importantly it requires our vulnerability.  
    So I chose the tag line with care. It is two-fold, as are my books. My stories come from my vulnerability, my heart  to yours, from my gut to yours.  I strive to make you laugh and to reinforce your belief in the gift of crazy, surprising, breath-robbing, heart-stomping love that can hit you at any time, anywhere, and as startlingly as a pie in your face. Thank you for joining me in these adventures!
      

What's on the Horizon

Posted on January 10, 2013 at 11:29 AM Comments comments (2)
Hi Everyone,
 
I apologize for the delay in posting.  There were a couple of big glitches in my schedule, but I'm back and here's what's happening:
 
My next book, Letters and Lace, the first installment of my new series, Postmark: Ronan's Harbor Series, will release in 2013.  It takes place in a small seaside village, Ronan's Harbor, and the story revolves around an innkeeper, Sarah Grayson and her her prized "Cornelia Inn."  She's in the midst of planning her daughter's wedding at the inn, but when a complaint is filed against her inn's renovations, it stymies the process.  A series of anonymous letters arrive and they further complicate everything.  Throw into the mix an attractive newcomer to Ronan's Harbor named Benny with a sketchy agenda of his own.  Sarah and Benny are the last two people that should be a couple, but then who listens to logic when there's a band playing and the guy asks you dance? What fun!
 
Stay tuned, friends, and thanks for stopping by.
 
M. Kate Quinn

Victoria at Sea

Posted on September 3, 2012 at 2:10 PM Comments comments (8)
.Hi Everyone,
 
I'm trying something new and I thought I'd get your feedback.  As you know, I write romantic comedies.  I'm a hopeless romantic at heart. 
 
But, I was also born under the sign of Scorpio.  Any of you fellow scorpians out there know we tend to like the mysterious, the unexplained, the spiritual world, tarot, seances, ghosts, and all that's spooky.
 
So, I had this dream that won't leave me alone and thought I'd make it into a story.  I'm sharing it with all of you as it comes to me.
 
Here is where we begin:
 
    
     The room was stark, the air filmy like a veil had been placed in front of his eyes.  Mitch blinked.  Shadowy figures moved about the room, he heard a murmering of low chatter, words too soft to decipher. 
        "Give it time, Mitch," he heard someone annunciate.  "You're eyes will adjust."
        "Who said that?"  He rubbed his eyes with his fists. 
         His fists moved away from his eyes, his vision suddenly clear.  A man sat at a broad, clean desk made of white marble.  He looked like a cheerleader in a white turtlenecked sweater bearing a large red "H" on the chest.  Where the hell was he?
        A woman stood at the man's side, a tall thin blonde wearing dark-rimmed glasses low on an aristocratic nose.  She too wore the foolish "H" adorned sweater. 
       "Where the hell am I?" Mitch bellowed, his voice ricocheting off the frosted glass walls.  His eys scanned his surroundings.  Everything was white and everyone wore the same damn sweater.
       The blonde and the man at the desk shared a look.  Her lips pursed and the man shook his head.  "Now, Mitch, you sound grumpy."
        "Answer my question.  What is this place?"
        "You don't know?"  The woman asked, her airy voice feathered with doubt.  She clicked her teeth.
        "Romona, give him time.  He'll remember."
        "Remember what?"  Mitch demanded.
        "The accident," the man said as though Mitch were the crazy one.
       
 

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