The Magic of Story

by Kathryn Jane Authors are frequently asked where their story ideas come from, and I usually shrug and say, I have no idea. They just happen somehow. Then I heard Nora Roberts say, it’s magic. Brilliant. And it’s true! I have no idea where the words com from,  how they form and become a story,…

Betrayed!

by Kathryn Jane Betrayed: Powerful Stories of Kick-Ass Crime Survivors Some months ago I was asked if I would like to contribute a short story to an anthology. But not just any anthology. This one was being produced to benefit survivors of violence, and ALL the proceeds would be going to help those in need….

I am not my childhood

by Kathryn Jane I’ve taken a side trip from my Romantic Suspense series by writing a Women’s Fiction. A novel about a woman of heart, courage and integrity. A woman who could have been irreparably damaged by the man who raised her. But wasn’t. At least not for the long haul. Oh, she made some…

Falling in #Love with your #Characters #amwriting @jacqbiggar

Readers often ask where do writers come up with ideas for their characters? In my case, the birth of a hero comes from a variety of sources. News reports, television programs, books I’ve read; all are great resources. But my favorite characters grow organically from stories I’ve already written. For my new release, Missing: The…

Snow joke

Hello, Mother Nature? It’s me again, Kathryn Jane. Just a quick question. Do you have another rooky at the helm?  I mean since the idiot who sent us a snow storm a couple of weeks ago? Um, may I suggest you set your margarita aside, peek out from under your beach umbrella and check your emails? There…

Kindness doesn’t suck

  I nearly went on a rant the other day, but dialed back, sat back and thought about the message gnawing at me. It was a good message. But how would it be received if I was ranting? Not well, I’m sure. Or at least not as well as a different approach might. (And seriously? I’m…

Baby Boomers Rejoice the birth of Seasoned Romance!

  I was born at the tail end of the baby boom. I grew up in the sixties to: the tune of the best music; girls finally being allowed to wear pants at school; and slightly less expectation that we make one of only three choices for our future–become a teacher, become a nurse, or…

When Reading Changed My Life

What day, you ask. V-day? Anniversary? Birth of children? The day I sold my first story? Way back in eighth grade, my English teacher had given us the assignment to read a book and present an oral review. At those words, my insides had twisted into a hard knot. I was terribly shy and hated…