Underway Update and Big Reveal

Update 11/15/19 – the manuscript is about ready to go to the editor. And I have a surprise! The draft of the Underway Cover. I’m loving it. What do you think?

 

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I wanted to give you an update on Underway. As is obvious now, my projected publishing date has come and gone. I’ve now revised it for (hopefully) a December release. The reasons why are two-fold.

One, life got in the way and derailed my desire to write. And in some ways even my ability to write. I addressed that with my Anger Journal, and my creativity appears to be back on track.

The more important reason, though, was I got lost halfway through book two, mired in structure instead of remembering why I was writing. I forgot that I love TJ Wilde. I love telling her story. I love her quirkiness, her flaws, her inability to commit, her damaged soul, and mostly her fight to stay positive and moving toward what she wants.

In other words, I lost her voice. And I love her voice.

My first editor really, really did not like TJ, felt she was too dysfunctional, too morally challenged. She tried several times to sterilize her. I was a brick wall on that point. We agreed to disagree and instead focused on the structure and timing of the novel.

My current editor loves TJ as much as I do. Appreciates her tang, her spark, her weaknesses, and I suspect we will tangle more on pacing and structure than we will on characters.

Anyway, I’ve taken a long break, finished my cookbook, and dabbled with my other series. Most importantly, I indulged in the female characters that reminded me of how I like my heroes: the inept, yet fearless bounty hunter with a love of big hair and bigger eyelashes; the filled with anger and teenage hormones private eye; the “rules are for adults” preteen with a penchant for uncovering mysteries; the overall-wearing six-year-old with impulse control issues; the vampire slayer, also awash in teenage hormones and resentment; and yes, I suppose even a cowardly, clumsy talking Great Dane.

So now, refreshed, I now feel ready to tackle (with a lot of rewriting) Underway again.

I’m hoping to have a least a rough draft of Chapter One to share soon.

Stay tuned…

 

Cuba Adventures

I haven’t even begun to download my photos yet – or unpack the memories of this amazing trip. So I’m stealing this photo from my traveling companion as a placeholder. I have tons of ideas for the book and I’ll write a blog post on our adventures as soon as I finish laundry, snuggle with the critters and a get caught up on work. Definitely left a little of my  in Cuba. Stay tuned…

Run Aground Chapter One

Now Available!

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Run Aground Chapter One, Part 1

I bet you’re wondering what I’m doing standing in the dark with my ear pressed against this door. Fair question. I’m afraid the answers are more complicated than I have time for right now, considering I’m running for my life at this precise moment. But, I’ll give you the highlights.  Continue reading

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Run Aground: Chapter One, Part 2

Run Aground Chapter One, Part 2

 

Deputy U.S. Marshal Michael Fraser, on the other hand, is the reason I’m running – okay hiding – for my life right now. How I became tangled up with Mike in all of this I’m not quite sure, I’m still trying to suss out that one.

To my current dilemma, I’m hiding from some really Scary Dudes. I figure that if I can stay hidden here until seven thirty when Jim Johnson arrives to open up the funeral home, I might stand a chance.  Continue reading…

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Run Aground: Chapter Two, Part 1

Chapter Two Part One:

Running out of money weeks after my life came crashing down around me and unable to convince Peter, my Soon-To-Be Ex, to sign our divorce papers – a divorce he had asked for I might add – I took the only job I could find in a bad economy with a Master’s in art history and museum studies. I became the marketing director for Butterfield Funeral Homes. Making it clear to my lascivious boss that as soon as my divorce was final, I’d be leaving. Heading as far away from the Midwest as humanly possible and getting a job in the biggest museum I could find, preferably within driving distance of an ocean. It was win-win. They needed someone cheap and temporary, I needed the money.

Continue reading…