Below is a brief article I wrote for the Heart Knot Mine Blog Tour, but I decided to post it here for easier access.


Recently, while out to lunch, I was asked when I wrote my first love story. I opened my mouth, ready and eager to talk about my first published novel, Same Page, only to shut it again when I realized I’d penned a romantic tale much earlier than 2009, which is when I started writing seriously. Years and years earlier, in fact. So long ago, it was a tad embarrassing to admit how young I was.

I was only twelve!

The Lady Juliana

Yes, at the grand old age of twelve I wrote my first epic love story! And what an epic it was. A historical one! I had my heroine—a young, recently orphaned Englishwoman—crossing storm-tossed oceans, dealing with sickness and a rapidly dwindling food supply. It was the 1780s and she was sailing from England to Australia as part of the Second Fleet. Oh, and did I mention she managed to capture the heart of the devilishly handsome, much older sea captain somewhere between the Cape of Good Hope and Port Jackson? I even threw in a sex scene! Well, it was fade to black, but it was most definitely implied! How else could you interpret Tessa’s diary entry where she said she couldn’t possibly speak about what happened after she had dinner with the captain in his stateroom because to do so wouldn’t be considered ladylike?

I remember feeling ever so clever about Tessa’s ‘sort of’ confession—I managed to sidestep describing something I knew nothing about—I hadn’t even experienced my first kiss yet—and shock my sixth grade teacher at the same time! Ask any precocious twelve-year-old—that’s a win-win! Her face when she read it in front of the class was priceless. I was a hero to my fellow classmates for at least a week. I hope, for Mrs. Smith’s sake, she never had another student like me.

Well, time’s have changed and I’ve now experienced my first kiss. Yep, it was just last week… rather nice, wetter than I thought it would be…

Just kidding.

But times have definitely changed. These days I’m inspired by beautifully flawed and wonderfully intriguing gay men who fall in love in spite of themselves, and, um, I don’t always fade to black…

The most recent additions to the dinner party called my brain are Noah and Robert from Heart Knot Mine—two very interesting Art History professors. Telling their story has been a bit of a rollercoaster ride of emotion. They had my nerves on edge, my stomach in knots, and I wanted to bang their heads together once or twice. Okay, it was at least a dozen times, but getting to know them both was oh so worth it.

Perhaps I should send a copy to my old sixth grade teacher…


  1. When I first started teaching a brother and sister 8 and 9 years old read stories they had written to the class. They were amazing. Unfortunately I don’t remember their names but I hope that they are now successful authors. BTW there was nothing embarrassing I either story.

    • Don’t children just have the most vivid imaginations, Pauline?

      I must admit, I miss that time with my children, that time when everything they encountered filled them with wonder and every day was an adventure. I loved seeing the world through their eyes.

      Thanks for taking the time to stop by and tell me about your previous students – I kind of hope they’re still writing too!!!


  2. Oh Lily, I bet you were a handful at 12 and I’m sure the teacher secretly loved it! I love that you tried your hand and wrote a historical piece. You certainly have mastered the non-fade to black scenes that is for sure! I loved Noah and Robert’s story. Great main and supporting characters and it was funny, romantic and hot! I’m looking forward to seeing their story continue.

    • LOL, yeah, I was Skylar. I think, maybe my mum and dad deserved a medal for surviving my childhood!

      I remember once, as an adult, having an argument with my dad when he was complaining about me and I argued back about how lucky he and mum had been with me – Grade “A” student who never got into drinking or drugs, never got into trouble with the law or came home pregnant etc and he groaned and said,”But OMG how you could argue!”

      LOL, nothing much has changed!


  3. Love that first story Lily, I started writing my first book at 13. You are a very talented writer, and a wonderful person to know. So much good luck with everything you want to achieve, it is yours for the taking 9hug) Love you girl xx

    • I think you’re kind of wonderful too and I’m so glad you made a comment on that interview way back when on Qtee’s blog and we got to know each other – my life is a richer and more beautiful place because of your friendship.

      Luvs ya, sweetheart.

  4. I can just imagine that wonderful feeling you must have got when you finished that story! And that fade to black naughty scene! You little scamp…haha! The seed was set then lovely lily and look at you now. Thank goodness you kept on writing. To think I’d never have a Lily la Blonde book on my shelf or on my kindle? Nooooooooo!!!!! ❤ xx

    • LOL, Macky, yes it was a great feeling. It was actually quite long – something like 20K which is novella length. That alone probably shocked the hell out of my teacher!!!

      One day, get me to show you the ones I wrote for my children. Sometimes I think about editing them and submitting them to a publisher dealing in children’s stories!


  5. Poor Mrs. Smith. I see your twisted humor and snark started at an early age! I can see you soaking in your fellow students’ praises. Too funny! I love the first story you wrote and applaud you for your creativity. Way to go Lily!

    • hahahahaha, yes, you’re right, kirifox, I was a bit of a scamp. I enjoyed my week of notoriety more then than I think I would now. Now I’m more of a recluse. Now I just like to escape everyday life and go chat with my boys.

      There’s an email coming your way, BTW, hun.


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