
Hi folks, it's been a long time since I posted here. I've been working furiously on a project--a novel--and I am happy to report that it is now finished, accepted for publication and in production. Last August I found out from my editor that my book was NOT acceptable and I was given four months to get it in shape, write another book or say adios to my dream of writing. My editor said, "You're a great writer, and I hope you find your voice. Sometimes people do." Wow, talk about a double-edged sword. Sometimes people do? I spent a morning at a beautiful and very cold lake, swimming, turning blue, and thinking and finally took my own advice and called upon my inner angels for help. Writing fiction requires several different skills, so I called on several different angels for help. One was my beautiful poet angel, Sebastian, who lives by a stream. He has dark ringlets and wears, what else? a poet shirt. He's always there, dreaming and encouraging me to dream as well; together we created a wonderful world for my characters to play in. Then, of course, there is the part of writing that is what I call the "accountant". Everything has to make sense, at least in the context of the world you created, and so I called on Dexter, my angel with sleeve protectors, a visor, rimless glasses and muttonchop sideburns. Dexter runs a tight ship and keeps me on course. Between the three of us, the novel was finished by deadline and after a few revisions from my editor, it's ready to go. This is clearly proof that you can't do it alone! Thank you, guys, and I'll be calling on you soon enough. For now, though, I need to call on my marketing angel to get this other book over!




