My Writing Process- Pass the Baton Blog Hop

This week I’m thrilled to be part of the Writing Process Blog Hop where different authors connect and share information about their writing processes.


The baton was passed to me by wonderful author and editor, Gina Ardito, who writes lighthearted contemporary and sensual paranormal fantasy romance. Under pen name, Katherine Brandon, she writes sweeping historical romance. In her spare time, she also runs a freelance editing service, Excellence in Editing. Check out her website: It’s chock full of entertaining anecdotes and informative advice on writing, as well as a complete list of her books. Thank you, Gina.

Now, here’s a little bit about me:

What am I currently working on?

I have just finished editing the first draft of my next novel, a contemporary romance tentatively titled Letting Go, about a man who struggles with his son to move on after his wife suddenly leaves them.

How does my work differ from others of Contemporary Women’s Fiction?

I think my stories differ from others who write contemporary fiction in that they are written through my point of view, my “lens”, influenced by my experiences. Everyone has their own perspective on life, love and friendship and that is what makes each person and therefore each story so unique.

Why do I write contemporary Women’s Fiction?

Currently, I am most comfortable writing a story that takes place now or in the recent past because I imagine my characters existing in a world I know and understand. I love stories about wanting and needing something that can’t be easily attained. I enjoy reading about friends and lovers, and that is what I want to write.  I am a hopeless romantic.

I do enjoy reading historical fiction and hope to one day, give that genre a try.

How does my writing process work?

I’m a relatively new author, having published my first book only last month (called Both Sides of Love), so I’m still ironing out my writing process. I’ve read countless writers’ blogs and ‘how-to’ books on what writing processes work, what to do and not to do, and I discovered over the past years that what works for others doesn’t necessarily work for me.

When possible, I write every day, finding precious snippets of time between my consulting job and driving two teenagers all over town after school. Evening is the most productive time for me – television takes a backseat to my laptop. I write a complete first draft and then go back to it a few weeks later to try to see it with “fresh” eyes. This is when I start to edit. So far, this works for me. I’m sure as I grow as an author, so will my writing process.

Next, I am supposed to pass the baton to another author, but outside of Gina, I don’t know any personally. So, in the words of  L. Frank Baum, of The Marvelous Land of Oz, “Everything has to come to an end, sometime.”

What writing process works for you? I’d love to know.



Hashtag Muffin-Top

So, I was blow drying my hula hoop the other day when I hatched an idea. (No, this is not a metaphor for something else. I was literally soldering the ends of my new weighted hula hoop, made by Canyon Hoops, purchased through Amazon. It arrived in the mail coiled and required simple assembly.)

Like I said, I was blow drying my hula hoop when I hatched an idea: Why not share my new exercise interest with my friends?

I’m going to be 46 next month and it’s getting harder and harder (for me) to stay in shape. The winter was brutal here in New York, and while the snow fell in record amounts, I lost something I used to enjoy.  My waist.

My body is changing as I grow older. I think my boobs have developed an unnatural attachment to my knees, because they’re trying real hard to reach them. They used to be happy near my chin, but no more.

I walk the boardwalk three mornings a week and suffer through a yoga-fit class the other two days. It’s not enough. A few weeks ago, I saw Marisa Tomei interviewed on the View and she mentioned she enjoys hula hooping for exercise. I thought – Brilliant! I’m going to do that, too.

Fast forward two weeks: I have my new, two pound, exercise Hula Hoop, assembled and ready for action. Here it is:




Last Thursday night, we were in the den: my boys lounging on the couch, while I stood off to the side, watching American Idol. I was hooping as I watched the show, minding my own business, when my older son peeked up from his phone and muttered, “Um, hashtag muffin-top”. I looked down and saw that my shirt had risen slightly during my exercise. Sure enough, there it was. My younger son looked at the older guy and said “You’re an idiot.”

I punished son #1, promised son #2 a car when he turns 17, and decided my hula hoop habit would have to be done without an audience. I don’t make nearly enough money to support their future therapy needs.

I have been exercising this way morning and night for several days. Outside of slight bruises around my middle and mildly sore internal organs, I think it’s working out well. I figure if I can uncover the secret to a smaller waist for a mere $30, why not share it with the world? Or, my friends.

I’ll keep you posted on the results. If not, I’m open to Plan B.

It’s Official!

I’m happy to announce that Both Sides of Love is now available on Amazon!

If you’re looking for a moving story of friendship and lost love; if you want to laugh and cry, then click here: Both Sides of Love


Here’s an overview:

Twenty-one-year-old Lizzie Adler had everything a young woman could want: she was beautiful, bright, and had both a fun and faithful best friend and a handsome boyfriend with whom she was deeply in love. In one fell swoop, calamity strikes, stripping Lizzie of all that she holds dear. While driving with her best friend, Nan, en route to a party, Lizzie collides with another car.

The results are devastating: Nan doesn’t survive the accident, while Lizzie is forever crippled and disfigured. Lizzie undergoes scores of surgeries and endures ample physical therapy, which ultimately leave her with a face and body she can no longer recognize.

Meanwhile, Daniel has just recently left Lizzie to stay with his ailing grandparents in England. He intended to return to her arms after just one summer. Little did he know that, after months of silence from his beloved, he would receive a cold, curt break-up letter, devoid of explanation.

Unable to bear the pain brought on by memories of who she used to be, Lizzie casts her former identity aside and decides to go by the name of Beth.

Fast forward twelve years, and Beth is now an almost-happily-married stay-at-home mom with a five-year-old daughter, Stacy. Boredom and pressure from her husband, Alan prompt Beth to join Stacy’s school’s PTA. There, she meets Noreen: the first woman she is able to connect with since Nan’s death so many years ago. Beth is delighted to have finally found someone with whom to face the travails of womanhood.

Unfortunately, friendship with Noreen comes at an unexpected-and painfully high- price.

I’ve also started a new Facebook page. Please drop by and say hi: My Facebook Page  I’d love to hear from you.

Thanks so much!!!

xoxo Kim