Since I retired from my paying job last year to write full time, I can be found in my attic office 5 days a week and a few hours of each weekend, doing what I love doing best: writing.
But, just as one cannot live by bread alone (and I might challenge that someday because I think I could – after all: it’s bread!) one cannot just write the days away. A dedicated writer knows she has to get out of her character’s heads and out of the house sometimes to avoid going batty and being mistaken for a hermit.
When I’m not writing in my office, I can usually be found in one of two places. The first would be the gym. Since I sit most days, the chance my butt is going to get bigger with each new novel I pen is great. So, the gym is a necessary evil.
If I’m not doing squats or jogging on the treadmill, you will then find me in the kitchen, cooking,
I know. It’s kind of counterproductive, trying to avoid getting a huge a** and then cooking great food. But, that’s me.
I love to cook. LOVELOVELOVE to cook! In my house library I have over 100 cookbooks and have made meals, appetizers, desserts, soups and salads from each and every one of them. Last year I charted all the new meals I made and my husband and I didn’t repeat an entrée once in over three months. And I cook – on average – 6 nights a week, sometimes 7 if I’m not in the mood to go out to eat on a Saturday evening.
I will cook for myself; for my husband and I; for a few friends; and for a hoard. No meal is too small to make or too large to attempt.
Some of my favorite recipes have upwards of 20 ingredients. And others, 3-4 at most.
I am an equal opportunity cook.
Cooking has paid off for me in ways other than just, well…cooking! My MacQuire Women Series features sisters who – as mothers and wives – know the benefit of good home cooked meals, and provide them for their loved ones. Many times when I am writing a scene in a family kitchen, I will incorporate a recipe into the action that I have actually made. Some people in my family have recognized a few dishes when they’ve read the books.
To be a well rounded writer, I feel I must also be as well rounded a person as I can (and I don’t mean in the endomorph-mesomorph category of roundness!). Living life fully, happily, and yes, sometimes even tragically, makes me a better writer of emotions and characters.
Plus, I get to taste all the food I make! Score!!
Peggy Jaeger is the author of 3 Wishes
Valentine’s Day is chocolatier Chloe San Valentino’s favorite day of the year. Not only is it the busiest day in her candy shop, Caramelle de Chloe, but it’s also her birthday. Chloe’s got a birthday wish list for the perfect man she pulls out every year: he’d fall in love with her in a heartbeat, he’d be someone who cares about people, and he’d have one blue eye and one green eye, just like her. So far, Chloe’s fantasy man hasn’t materialized, despite the matchmaking efforts of her big, close-knit Italian family. But this year for her big 3-0 birthday, she just might get her three wishes.
A Sneak Peak Inside
At about five minutes of ten I was almost ready to turn the Closed sign on the door when it opened. I heard Janie’s breath hitch and turned from where I was sweeping up. Staying open late is always a risk, with the thought thieves will invade at the end of the day.
If the guy standing at the door glancing around the shop was a thief, then Dio mio, I wanted to be robbed.
About six foot, his hair was the color of a deer’s pelt, with autumnal golds and browns shot together in a glorious patchwork that grazed the collar of his jacket and curled a little at the ends. He wore a faded brown bomber jacket over a shirt I couldn’t see, but he had shoulders almost as wide as my doorway. A pair of well-worn jeans covered his mile long legs, and the fabric on the stress points at his knees was practically white.
“We’re about to close,” I heard myself say. “Can I help you?”
It was at that moment he looked over at me.
His face could have been sculpted by Da Vinci or Michelangelo. A broad, smooth, forehead housed naturally arched eyebrows I knew some of my gay guy friends would have paid a fortune to have on their own faces. His cheeks were carved from marble, high, smooth and deep. And his mouth, mother-of-God, his mouth. Full, thick beautiful lips sat perfectly over a chin with a dent you could shove a button into and have it stay put.
“Sorry,” he said, those fabulous lips pulling up a little shyly at the corners. “I got stuck at work and couldn’t get here until now. I’ll be quick. Promise.”
So here’s the thing: the guy was gorgeous. But even if he’d looked like a frog with raw antipasto smothering his face, I would have dropped to my knees when he opened his mouth. Warm honey, a shot of raw whiskey, and a little hot puff of smoke wafted from his mouth like a fine and rare brandy being decanted.
Who is PeggyJaegar?
Peggy Jaeger is a contemporary romance author who writes about strong women, the families who support them, and the men who can’t live without them.
Her current titles, available now, include SKATER’S WALTZ and THERE’S NO PLACE LIKE HOME, and FIRST IMPRESSIONS books 1 through 3 in her 6-book The MacQuire Women Series, published by The Wild Rose Press.
Peggy holds a master’s degree in Nursing Administration and first found publication with several articles she authored on Alzheimer’s Disease during her time running an Alzheimer’s in-patient care unit during the 1990s.
A lifelong and avid romance reader and writer, she is a member of RWA and her local New Hampshire RWA Chapter.