I expected to be here writing a cheery New Year message full of last year's mistakes and deterination to do better this year.
Instead, my heart is full of memories of the lovely Penny Jordan who died yesterday. I first met Penny in Washington at an RWA conference ten years ago. She was so sweet, so shy - one of the best known authors in the room at the Harlequin party, but I doubt if there was one who was more modest, more driven to do her best for her readers with every book, more supportive of new writers.
Her death at the tragically young age of 65 is a message to never waste a minute doing less than my best, never waste a moment of the life I have.