The manuscript for Pushed Times, Chewing Pepper has been re-written more times than I can count. The good news is, each edit is either by a published author or after information from a writer's conference. I had no idea all of the in's and out's of this business. I just wanted to tell a unique story.
My character has remained the same and the story is the same; she falls for the wrong guy, gets implicated in a murder because of him, but survives it all...damaged...but not heartless.
Monday, May 28, 2007
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
A bit nervous today, and more text
A great friend felt good about the first 3 chapters and sent them to a NY publisher----no promises and as these things go, I may have a better chance at winning the lottery. But! Like the lottery, someone is going to win each time AND some books will be published by unknown, new trying-to-make-it authors.
The main character, Sarah, is highly educated and frustrated with herself because she unwillingly buys into her mother's old-world, Creole superstitions and social morés. She knows it's ridiculous to feel obligated to marry, but she is haunted by the social pressures.
But the visions are a lovely and cherished gift from the mysterious aspects of the culture. They come in like a flash and show bits and pieces of events to come. Her psychic aunt encourages the gift. She thinks it will offer Sarah advantages in life and love.
More text: Despite hearing the voice of her mother warning her that men don’t buy the cow if the milk is free…., Sarah woke up next to Lance in her bed. Blame it on the liquor, boredom or never-ending expectations; Lance got free milk on this particular weekend. Unfortunately, this appeared to be the only weekend. The following Monday morning was like too many others; a cold Monday after a hot weekend!
The main character, Sarah, is highly educated and frustrated with herself because she unwillingly buys into her mother's old-world, Creole superstitions and social morés. She knows it's ridiculous to feel obligated to marry, but she is haunted by the social pressures.
But the visions are a lovely and cherished gift from the mysterious aspects of the culture. They come in like a flash and show bits and pieces of events to come. Her psychic aunt encourages the gift. She thinks it will offer Sarah advantages in life and love.
More text: Despite hearing the voice of her mother warning her that men don’t buy the cow if the milk is free…., Sarah woke up next to Lance in her bed. Blame it on the liquor, boredom or never-ending expectations; Lance got free milk on this particular weekend. Unfortunately, this appeared to be the only weekend. The following Monday morning was like too many others; a cold Monday after a hot weekend!
Monday, May 21, 2007
How it all started
When my children went off to college, I took my hobby of writing short stories and expanded it. I wrote a novel for the first time. I wrote a book about four friends with a main character who sees "visions" but is blind to red flags about the wrong men. She has Louisiana roots with a California life. You will find romance, the influence of the Creole culture, sex, murder, deceit, friendship, love, family expectations, a bitchy cousin and classic avoidance. (ca c'est bon!)
The real joke is that the main character is a family therapist! Her name is Sarah and she's a 40+ woman with an irreverent sense of humor and dry wit. She will entertain and frustrate you as you follow this part of her dramatic and humorous life.
A friend and colleague told me to start a blog to see if there could be interest in Sarah. She deserves a read. Here are the first two paragraphs. (Just post any questions about her, it helps to add dimension to her character).
God. I feel like a whiskey-soaked cliché wondering what jumping would feel like. Humph, I”m hung over and making up headlines: “Distraught Therapist Jumps to Her Death,” or maybe “Therapist Couldn’t Save Self.” Anyway, I rather bitch my way through life than end it…most times.
From the window of her office building in downtown Oakland and through hazy eyes, Sarah could see a gorgeous sky. A perfect blue, cloud-laced sky like the one her little brown legs would melt into going back-and-forth on her backyard swing as a child. She looked up to it to find a Holy Father when she was afraid or confused. And today, it seemed to egg on her thoughts of jumping right into its brilliance.Sarah’s thoughts hurt as she stared at her reflection in the window.
The real joke is that the main character is a family therapist! Her name is Sarah and she's a 40+ woman with an irreverent sense of humor and dry wit. She will entertain and frustrate you as you follow this part of her dramatic and humorous life.
A friend and colleague told me to start a blog to see if there could be interest in Sarah. She deserves a read. Here are the first two paragraphs. (Just post any questions about her, it helps to add dimension to her character).
God. I feel like a whiskey-soaked cliché wondering what jumping would feel like. Humph, I”m hung over and making up headlines: “Distraught Therapist Jumps to Her Death,” or maybe “Therapist Couldn’t Save Self.” Anyway, I rather bitch my way through life than end it…most times.
From the window of her office building in downtown Oakland and through hazy eyes, Sarah could see a gorgeous sky. A perfect blue, cloud-laced sky like the one her little brown legs would melt into going back-and-forth on her backyard swing as a child. She looked up to it to find a Holy Father when she was afraid or confused. And today, it seemed to egg on her thoughts of jumping right into its brilliance.Sarah’s thoughts hurt as she stared at her reflection in the window.
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