Get the Champagne Flutes and Pop the Cork

I’ve been reading the comments on facebook bouncing back and forth between the Crimson Romance’s June authors. There is so much excitement among them that I can’t help but get caught up in it too. Each time a beautiful new cover is revealed, I can almost hear champagne corks popping as the authors celebrate.

And who can blame them!

It’s no simple thing, writing a novel. It’s far more than just taking a concept, piling words upon words, adding and deleting, moving and shuffling until the words form sentences, then paragraphs, then chapters, and finally a completed manuscript.  It’s about the writer digging deep within himself. He has to have the guts to steal time from a myriad of other obligations which threaten to heap guilt upon him.  He has to have faith to stick with his original story when a new and seductive plot sidles up next to him. He has to endure the pain when rejection letters are slicing away at his confidence.

They why do it? Why write when it causes such angst?”

I can only answer for myself.  I began writing simply because I wondered if I could. It was a whim, a foolish desire to see if I had any writing ability in me. I was unaware of the challenges I would face.

So I wrote, joined a writers’ group and wrote some more. I read books upon books about grammar and plotting and characterization. I rounded out my characters and put them in a lovely setting to live, and before I knew it, they were practically telling me their story and I simply recorded it. Certainly I presented them with obstacles, but ultimately they themselves resolved the problems. And while all this was going on, I had discovered a new passion . . . writing!

Did I have trouble finding the time to write? Not really. My two biggest responsibilities were adults now, so I was spared the guilt which weighs so heavily on young mothers. My dear husband understood my need to write and gave me free rein. I really didn’t care if the floor needed washing or the laundry needed folding. My writing took priority.

Was I tempted by other plots. Yes, sadly I was. But I refuse to take full blame. My characters, Tom and Beth, spent months at a time pleading editors to publish their story. While they were away, I sought out other characters for company. But when they returned, rejected again, I commiserated with them and promised never to give up on them. I edited and edited. Then I edited some more.

And one day, one glorious day, a lovely and wise young editor at Crimson Romance took an interest in the story. She accepted it!

The other Crimson Romance Ladies in Red know that feeling of euphoria. We’re riding high on it . . . the June authors indubitably riding highest.  To all the wonderful women at Crimson Romance, cheers! In a couple months it will be my turn to celebrate and you can bet champagne will flow.

P.S. Tom and Beth ask you to stop by your local eBook store and read all about their “Stubborn Hearts”.  I told them this wasn’t the time or place to shamelessly plug their story, but when have they ever listened to me!   😉

The premise

Can the love of an honorable man be enough to forgive a woman’s one felonious act? Should that woman risk everything to find out?

When Tom Carver, Whistle Creek’s blacksmith, tackles a youth prowling in his barn, he certainly doesn’t expect that youth to be the recently-hired school teacher, Beth Patterson. Her feeble excuses invite his suspicion, so for the next few weeks, he devises “chance” encounters with her so he can watch her every move.

Hiding from the law, Beth had hopes of starting afresh in the town of Whistle Creek. But with one brother obsessed with stealing a horse, and the other younger one befriending the town’s intrusive blacksmith, she fears her ugly past will be uncovered.

Tom’s deliberate encounters with Beth reveal she is a deeply devoted sister, and a beautiful, loving woman. Soon desire expels his distrust and he purposely courts her romantically. Denying her own yearnings, Beth knows she must reject his advances for the sake of her small family.

Surely Tom, a decent and respected man, would condemn her for her one tragic deed. Wouldn’t he?

Here I am.

Yup, here I am. My editor said I should have a blog site and now I do. That done, I think I’ll just sit back, prop my feet up and feel smug that I’ve conquered another hurdle on the road to publishing……What? …… Now I need to write?  Hey, I did that already. I wrote an entire novel. Stubborn Hearts, remember?

I guess between the time I began writing said novel, which was sometime in the early 1800’s, and the time I finished it, the publishing trade changed drastically. No longer does the publisher take care of all the promotional work. I’m expected to help.

Egads! Even though I’ve been in retail all my life, I’m a terrible salesperson. My sales pitch is: if you like it, buy it. Of course I never say that out loud, but I think it. Surely people shouldn’t have to be coerced into buying something. They have a brain. They should be able to decide if something is right for them or not.

So, you won’t see much of me pushing my novel. Instead I’m going to write about my life and the zany things that happen around and to me. I live on a buffalo ranch, have delightful grandchildren, own a business, and spend most of my days off doing something creative. That should give me enough fodder for a while.

And, if you like how I write, you might like to buy my forthcoming novel, Stubborn Hearts……oops, sorry! Didn’t mean to mention the you-know-what.