When I’m not at home, I write on the go. In the pick-up line waiting for my kids to get out of school. At the soccer pitch during one of the 6 practices a week of my two oldest kids. At the softball field while my youngest learns to play. And then there’s at home. . .
At home, I write in a rather peculiar location. It’s a big open den without an actual door on it. On one side of the room sits a desk while on the other side is a television where my 10 year old son plays Fortnite. Yes, you heard that correctly. I get to write swoon-worthy romance to the sounds of my son yelling at the T.V. about streamers and newbs and Where are we dropping?
Needless to say, I dream of a spacious, silent, clutter free office all to myself. Well, at this point I’ll just take an office. With a door. And silence. Dear departed silence.
Each item on the shelf a memory I never expected to have when I pushed publish on Driven almost six years ago. There’s a framed picture of quotes from the Driven series that a blogger sent me when I released the final book. There’s a wall of frames of a few of the times I hit the New York Times bestsellers lists.
A stuffed duck (quack!) sits atop my desk with signatures from readers that I received when I attended my very first signing in Cleveland five years ago. So many little things to encourage me daily and remind me of why I love to write . . . of why I sat down in the first place to start writing in 2012 when there was no audience, no deadline, but rather just a pure love of writing.
These are the places I write . . . One day I’ll get that quiet office with a door for silence and then I’m sure I’ll complain that I miss the noise. Until then . . .
Don’t get me wrong, I love my office. Having the desk I write at is momentous seeing as I wrote my first ten books sitting at the kitchen counter. At the time, I had three kids under the age of five and sitting in an office where their sneaky little hands and conniving little juice-spilling ways weren’t seen was not possible. So I wrote all of my Driven series at my kitchen counter with chaos going on around me before finally migrating.
The den is where I currently write. My wide desk is loaded with notes and outlines and two dog beds on either side for my fur-babies to sleep while I work. I have a few floating shelves loaded with signed copies from authors I now consider friends who I’ve met along this journey. Another is loaded with my foreign translations as well as trinkets given to me by readers—bookmarks, bottlecaps, checkered flags, ducks, and signs.
New York Times Bestselling author K. Bromberg writes contemporary romance novels that contain a mixture of sweet, emotional, a whole lot of sexy, and a little bit of real. She likes to write strong heroines and damaged heroes who we love to hate but can’t help to love.
A mom of three, she plots her novels in between school runs and soccer practices, more often than not with her laptop in tow and her mind scattered in too many different directions.
Since publishing her first book on a whim in 2013, Kristy has sold over one and a half million copies of her books across eighteen different countries and has landed on the New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal Bestsellers lists over thirty times. Her Driven trilogy (Driven, Fueled, and Crashed) is currently being adapted for film by the streaming platform, Passionflix, with the first movie (Driven) out now.
With her imagination always in overdrive, she is currently scheming, plotting, and swooning over her latest hero. You can find out more about him or chat with Kristy on any of her social media accounts. The easiest way to stay up to date on new releases and upcoming novels is to sign up for her newsletter or follow her on Bookbub.