NOTES FROM CK

Roses and Reading for Valentine’s Day!

Gift a Rose and a Book!

I was thirty-one. No boyfriend. It was Valentine’s Day. Working as a makeup artist at the time, I was scheduled to do five Valentine-makeovers that afternoon. I laid out my brushes in preparation. Out of nowhere, a delivery man walked up and handed me a vase of exquisite roses. What? I read the card. My father had sent them. I’ll never forget that moment and that feeling. Humbled. Grateful. Loved. Who can we reach out to this Valentine’s Day? How many can we encourage and reassure, that they are appreciated and loved? You don’t have to send my book. A heartfelt note-card lasts a long time, too!

Worth it.

Two years of writing & rewriting before dawn. Two years of a minuscule social life. Two years of conflict: write, or get a second job? I stayed with the writing. Today, I hold the galley copy of The Twin. Break out the espresso!