The first chapter of the third and final Clare and Tony book opens with a body bag being unzipped. And things just go downhill from there.

He's a composite. Benjamin Bratt comes close--but he's not muscular enough. "She liked imaginary men best."

I get asked that question all the time. The answer is, Angie Harmon.

The evil twin and I went to a great party yesterday, at our friend Barbara's house. Barbara is breathtakingly beautiful, and has the unmitigated gall to be nice in the bargain. Look for her on the silver screen, soon, romancing Burt Reynolds in a movie called "Forget...

Now that my house is no longer in tile-hell, I can concentrate on my writing project. I'm in the beginning stages of "One Last Look", the third and final Clare Westbrook/Tony Sonterra story. It picks up where "Never Look Back" left off. Clare is, in essence, my evil...

This, too, has passed. Hallelujah!

Best thing you can do to get in touch with your deeper self. Buy a cheap notebook--no fancy journals, please. That will intimidate you too much. You'll think about how your grandchildren might read the entries, and try to make them too perfect. Write three pages,...

I can't help drawing a parallel between the renovations going on in my house, and the ones going on in my spirit. Everything on the outside really IS a reflection of activity on the inside. Something to celebrate! Whoopee!

Hammering. Banging. Just what one needs to write a novel. Alas. Noise today. Tiles tomorrow.

Sedona was, as always, beautiful. Tomorrow, the tile people are coming to replace my carpets with dog-proof slate. Can I write at your house?

Off to Sedona today for a woo-woo seminar. Serious fun. How many things did you find to appreciate? Thousands? You win. None at all? You lose. I really hope you won. I know I did.

I've decided to play a game today. I'm going to look for things to appreciate. Whoever finds the most, wins!