Yes! Yes! Yes!...Oh no

Ah yes, it’s in the air. Happens every December. All that joyous warbling. All that frantic pushing and shoving. All that delicious anticipa...

Ugly Babies

By PJ Parrish If you could go back and change things, would you? Not your life. Your first book. That thing that burst from your heart and t...

"Heed this advice now!" she warned desperately

Note from Kris: I am in France this week so am handing over the reins to my co-author and sister. Take it away, Kelly! By PJ Parrish I was s...

The kid stays in the book

By PJ Parrish Tell me if this ever happens to you: You're typing along, and you're hearing the voices in your head. It's a coupl...

I get knocked down but I get up again

By PJ Parrish Last week was a good one. I finished a chapter of the novella, nudging it up past 17,000 words. I got a nice little royalty ch...

What Lucy taught me about writing

By PJ Parrish It’s three in the morning and I can’t sleep -- again. My story is a giant hairball in my brain but it’s more than that. I am o...