I just stared. By the time my editor got back to New York, the art department had received a letter calling their attention to it, and the garderobe hit the fan. The poor artist did NOT do it on purpose. Apparently, he decided to change the position of an arm and forgot to airbrush over the other one. However, I can sell that book anywhere, to anyone.
Men adore it.
Not surprisingly, the print run is sold out and the book is almost impossible to get. You're a busy parent in addition to being a writer. Tell us how you structure and write a novel and still manage to keep your sanity as the mother of teenagers. Having children actually makes writing easier, especially since I was one of those mothers who, when her children were crawling, tied scrub brushes on their hands and their knees, dipped them in soapy water and put them on the linoleum. My daughters are fifteen and eighteen, and they know how to clean house, grocery shop and pack lunches.