About My Book

You all likely thought you’d heard the last about my completed manuscript. Bwahaha! I couldn’t let you off the hook that easily.

One of my beta readers survived the task of reading, suggesting, and editing. (That Oxford comma drives the lovely Shirley crazy, so I find excuses to use it). She’s given my book a couple of thumbs up, and as one might expect I toasted myself with a glass of wine.

Now, I’m contemplating my next steps as I await another beta reader’s thoughts.

The characters from the novel are still in my head. Sometimes I hear them begging me for another adventure. To that I retort, “You’re not even published yet! Don’t get your knickers in a twist,” or some such phrase.

For now, I’m chilling. Like always.

Peace, people.

My Book; My Baby

I’ve sent my novel off to two literary minded friends in two different parts of the world to be read and critiqued. Sending my children off to kindergarten wasn’t this emotionally painful.

Even though I have no illusions of my little manuscript becoming the next great American novel, just as I never imagined either of my kids would one day become president, I hope it has some redeeming qualities; although, I’m totally prepared to do a complete overhaul if it doesn’t.

If my beta readers think my book stinks, I’ll live. Oh, I’ll be depressed for awhile, but then I’ll try to make it not stink. Might need a few glasses of wine to ease the pain, but I have a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon handy. And if Donald Trump could be President, there’s hope for my kids. They’d both do a far better job than he has.

Peace, people!

Power of Observation

Never will I claim to be the most observant of humans. In fact, my husband of nearly 44 years, Studly Doright, is fond of telling me that I have “awareness issues.” I’d disagree with him if he weren’t so right.

Yesterday I wrote about a woman who, while visiting in my home, thought that when I said that I’d just finished my first novel that I meant I’d just finished reading my first novel.


Okay, I get it. I don’t look all that scholarly, but she was in my home, where literally the first thing one sees upon entering Doright Manor is this:

And this:

Look around a bit and you’d see this:

And this:

And even this:

Oh, and then there are my Star Wars books:


The dust is real.

Most of my books are on kindle nowadays, but the evidence that I’m a reader is pretty clear. So perhaps I’m not the only one with awareness issues. Maybe we can start a club.

Peace, people.

My First Novel

One day last week I ordered new carpet for the room that suffered damage from our recent water leak here at Doright Manor. The saleswoman who helped me decide on a pattern came out to the house to measure the area to be carpeted and talked me into also buying carpet for the two adjacent rooms. She was quite good at her job.

We chatted as she measured and eventually she asked what I did with my free time. I told her I’d recently finished my first novel. She looked at me kind of funny, so I elaborated, saying I one day realized I’d written 100,000 words.

“Oh,” she said. “I thought you meant you’d finished reading your first novel.”

We laughed, but then I wondered if I needed to upgrade my image. Surely I don’t look like a non-reader. Right?

Sort of relative cartoon.

Peace, people!

Things I’ve Noticed While Editing

I’ve spent the past three days combing through the novel I just finished writing, looking for the things I can fix before handing it off to people who’ll tell me what else needs fixing. It’s been an interesting process, and I must say I think I’m probably crazy as a bedbug. I have made some observations, though, that I thought I’d share. Here goes:

1. I can’t count. It’s going to take me a day to fix all of my chapter numbers. I skipped chapter three right off the bat, accidentally repeated a chapter number to get back on track around chapter 32, but then somehow jumped from 48 to 52 and then to 57. And, friends, I used to teach math.

2. Sometimes I crack myself up. Hopefully I’ll crack others up, as well, otherwise this story won’t work.

3. Some parts of my story make me cry. That’s good, right?

4. I use the word “just” too often. Way too often. I blame Nike.

That’s it, so far. I’m sure I should have noticed other stuff, but I’ll leave that to the experts.

Peace, people!

Chapter and Verse

I’m giving my manuscript the once over—looking for stuff that spell check didn’t catch, names I might’ve gotten confused, conversations that might not make sense, etc. I knew that I’d gotten my chapter numbering off at some point, maybe even more than once, but figured I’d come to that sooner or later.

Turns out, it was sooner. I laughed out loud when I realized I’d totally skipped having a chapter 4. How did that even happen? Must’ve been a “write drunk” kind of night. Well, today’s an “edit sober” kind of day.

Now I’m hoping I’ll find an instance where I repeated a chapter number so I won’t be spending tomorrow typing nothing but numerals.

I’d add a number 3. Those who are merely disorganized and pretending to be insane.

Peace, people.

Never Can Say Goodbye

I am having a bit of difficulty ending my novel. At this point, I’m well over the 90,000 word goal, but I’m discovering the challenge of easing my characters into a denouement. Jokingly I told a friend that I’d considered dropping a nuclear bomb on the town the characters reside in. It would be messy, sure, but it would definitely be the end.

To paraphrase what one wise sci-fi author told me in a conversation on Twitter, there’s never really an end. Don’t expect to be able to tie everything up in a nice package with all the loose ends accounted for. That’s not how life works.

He’s right, I know, but that bomb still seems like a plan. Is it too late to change genres? Asking for a friend.

Peace, people.

For Your Amusement

I reached my writing goal today, and the day before, and the day before that. Surely I’m close to an ending, right? I’ve written right at 94,546 words. That seemed unthinkable just a month ago.

For my blog post today I took the easy way out. If you don’t giggle, snort, or guffaw over this one I’ll be amazed.

Peace, people!