That’s always been my mantra as a writer… even last week when I took a horrible fall while running down the stairs. After cracking my back across the edge of a step and smacking my head on the tile floor, I lay at the bottom seeing stars and trying to catch my breath.Read More
In mid-March, an agent I had queried requested a phone conference. She’d read my synopsis and 3 chapters of No Safe Harbor and said she liked my writing and ideas. Cue happy dance - the break I was waiting for!Read More
I had a great trip to the West Palm Beach International Boat Show, which gave me a chance to tour some amazing superyachts and scope out boats for future adventures. Like this Kanter named Bread, originally built in 2007 and later cut in half and stretched to its current length of 137’.Read More
Penny McKenna is sure they do. And just in time for St. Patrick’s day, she shares the roots of her superstitious nature.
“May you be in heaven half an hour before the devil knows you’re dead. That was Nana’s go-to toast, said with a twinkle in her eye and a splash of Four Roses whiskey from her closet stash...
A lot of people ask me how I come up with my characters and ideas. Before I start a book, I write a dossier on each main character. What makes them tick, what secrets they hold, and what their crucible is.Read More
Habitus Interruptus. It’s a terrible sensation. When you have a good routine going, and something unexpected brings it to a screeching halt, leaving you unmoored.Read More
I just received my first agent request for No Safe Harbor! So very excited to receive an email from an agent I had queried that said “I was intrigued by your query and sample chapters and would love to read more of this!”Read More
A month ago I wrote that I was waiting to hear from an agent who had requested to review my full manuscript. Unfortunately,Read More
"The same day I ran away from my prosecutor’s job mid-trial, I saw the Kathleen’s assistant chef job posting on the harbormaster’s bulletin board and knew it solved a host of issues. Starting immediately, living aboard, continual travel, unlikely to be back in Newport soon. Perfect opportunity to get out of town, fast. I was desperate and knew it was a job I could do after cooking at a diner through law school. I ripped the announcement off the board and hurried toward the yacht, but stopped short as a black cat approached me. He looked me in the eye, stopped, and sat down daintily, as if to say, no, you go ahead first. An avid believer in superstition, I took that as a good omen.Read More
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I waited, anxious and leery,
Over many a quaint and curious letter of query…
….my apologies to Edgar Allen Poe’s Raven. I’ve spent a lot of time waiting in this long publication process. And as my friends know, waiting is not my strong suit.Read More