A month between posts, but as usual - I do have an excuse.
DH (see Sept. post) is recovery nicely. He can walk now, so
I consider the knee replacement a success.
I only wish I could say the same about my London fire and
plague book. I love the characters, I love the time period, but
the story just doesn't work. It's not a nice feeling to write
a hundred thousand words, force yourself to finish and know
that what you written is no good.
So what do you do? I tried to resurrect the book. I rewrote
and attempted to add more detail. Adding detail didn't work.
The story is just not there. The heroine and the hero don't
like each other and there was nothing I could do to make
them change their minds.
Okay, so that sounds a bit weird, and it probably is, but unless
you write, you can't understand how a book character can
almost become real for the author. You know you are a
writer when a character in your book does something that
surprises you. I've had it happen time and again. It's how
I know I'm a fiction writer. It a strange experience, but
something that goes along with imagination, I suspect.
I'm now well into the next 'song' book. Battlesong was
released in August. If you want more information about this
series, first HEARTSONG, next BATTLESONG, and now
WINDSONG, visit my web page to read an excerpt.
"Heart-warming Romance with a Sensual Touch"