What's going on?
A bookshelf somewhere in Turkey. So cool.
So what is going on? Hmm… I’m in kind of a wait-and-see mode for a lot of stuff right now. I just turned in the third book for my Seasons in Sudbury series to my Harlequin editor (scheduled for January 2025 and titled Keeping Her Secret), which finishes up a contract for them. That means I’m up for contract renewal, so I better come up with some good ideas for new books. Like soon. In the meantime, Harlequin has offered me a slot in a continuity series scheduled for 2025, so I at least remain gainfully employed for a bit. Always a good thing. My screenwriting partner Lorena Peter and I have some scripts under consideration with a west coast producer, so that’s pretty cool. Cross fingers for something good to develop there. And I’m still dabbling with a couple of big books that may or may not see the light of day at some point. I feel like at least one of them will, because they just keep bugging me, no matter how often I put them on the back burner.
In the non-writing life, my husband David and I are waiting for May to arrive so we can start putting in some tomato and pepper plants. We’re probably going to try our luck with some limited vegetables this year, too. (My grandmother always said, “Never plant anything until after Derby Day,” which is wise advice when you have springs like we do here in Kentucky—including Derby Days that have had near-freezing temps and sleet.) And we have a host of home improvement projects to choose from now that I have the time to pursue some of them. But where to start? Painting? Patio refresh? New floors upstairs? Bathroom remodel? Yeah, gonna have to wait and see on that, too, until my brain finally settles on something.
Anyway, that’s what’s going on. Lots of flux. Good thing there's a pile of good books on my nightstand to read while I’m waiting. And on that note… Happy reading to all of you, too!
In the non-writing life, my husband David and I are waiting for May to arrive so we can start putting in some tomato and pepper plants. We’re probably going to try our luck with some limited vegetables this year, too. (My grandmother always said, “Never plant anything until after Derby Day,” which is wise advice when you have springs like we do here in Kentucky—including Derby Days that have had near-freezing temps and sleet.) And we have a host of home improvement projects to choose from now that I have the time to pursue some of them. But where to start? Painting? Patio refresh? New floors upstairs? Bathroom remodel? Yeah, gonna have to wait and see on that, too, until my brain finally settles on something.
Anyway, that’s what’s going on. Lots of flux. Good thing there's a pile of good books on my nightstand to read while I’m waiting. And on that note… Happy reading to all of you, too!
Everything you ever wanted to know about Elizabeth Bevarly
The rabid badger is more at deadline time.
Elizabeth Bevarly wrote her first book when she was twelve years old, thirty-two pages on college rule notebook paper, that featured the adventures of three pre-teen girls named Marianne, Cheryl, and Liz. Her best friends Marianne and Cheryl proclaimed it, “Way cool!” and “Bitchin’!” After that, she knew exactly where her career path would take her.
Eventually. After earning her BA with highest honors in English, she worked as a waitress, a bartender, a dietary aide, a library aide, an editorial assistant, and a hawker of soaps, lingerie, ready-to-wear, and fine china. Eventually she found herself newly wed and living in Puerto Rico, sitting on the beach and drinking pina coladas while her Coast Guard husband was out having adventures. Solitude brought with it the desire to start writing again, so she did—on college rule notebook paper.
That book eventually became the first of dozens she would write for Harlequin. Bigger books followed, and so did lots of other cool stuff, like being translated into two dozen languages and sold in three dozen countries, winning industry awards, and appearing on national bestseller lists—including USA Today and the New York Times.
She now lives just outside her hometown of Louisville, Kentucky with her husband and a semi-feral cat. When she’s not writing or reading, she’s binge-watching documentaries about weird stuff, experimenting with soup recipes, and wondering if she’ll ever find that missing Betsey Johnson earring. She really loves those earrings. She also loves writing in daytime pajamas, listening to jazz standards, drinking iced tea, and dancing to electro-swing when no one is home. Her favorite color is green. Her favorite food is shawarma. Her familiar is a rabid badger. (It’s a long story.)
Okay, so that was probably a lot more than you wanted to know about Elizabeth Bevarly. Last tidbit, honest—she is super long-winded. Just ask her family. Or read her reviews. Woo.
Eventually. After earning her BA with highest honors in English, she worked as a waitress, a bartender, a dietary aide, a library aide, an editorial assistant, and a hawker of soaps, lingerie, ready-to-wear, and fine china. Eventually she found herself newly wed and living in Puerto Rico, sitting on the beach and drinking pina coladas while her Coast Guard husband was out having adventures. Solitude brought with it the desire to start writing again, so she did—on college rule notebook paper.
That book eventually became the first of dozens she would write for Harlequin. Bigger books followed, and so did lots of other cool stuff, like being translated into two dozen languages and sold in three dozen countries, winning industry awards, and appearing on national bestseller lists—including USA Today and the New York Times.
She now lives just outside her hometown of Louisville, Kentucky with her husband and a semi-feral cat. When she’s not writing or reading, she’s binge-watching documentaries about weird stuff, experimenting with soup recipes, and wondering if she’ll ever find that missing Betsey Johnson earring. She really loves those earrings. She also loves writing in daytime pajamas, listening to jazz standards, drinking iced tea, and dancing to electro-swing when no one is home. Her favorite color is green. Her favorite food is shawarma. Her familiar is a rabid badger. (It’s a long story.)
Okay, so that was probably a lot more than you wanted to know about Elizabeth Bevarly. Last tidbit, honest—she is super long-winded. Just ask her family. Or read her reviews. Woo.