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Yes, it's been quite a while since I posted, but this post announces good news. Phoenix is nearing publication. My second edits are finished, and my last read-through is done.

What an experience! I learned more about writing and editing. Marketing is next!

Meanwhile, I've started a new novel, and I'm having fun with it, too. But Phoenix will always be my baby.

Stay tuned to this space for further information.

More thoughts

While I'm rewriting, I'm learning quite a lot, as I've already shared. Much food for thought; a character I thought was strong turns out to be almost a shadow. She needs more grit, more panache.

The basics of sentence style; passive vs active. Telling vs showing.

I'm so lucky to have this editor. She has years of experience and an easy-going style. A lot of praise for the things she likes. She has a way of making me look at what I've written and find a better way to write it. That's what editors do, of course, but I couldn't imagine working with anyone else.

Print on Demand

Remember that spectacular cover MAB Expressions did for Phoenix?

Well, we're working on the back cover for Print On Demand paper books. Exciting! I can't wait to show you the finished cover for the print books

Tucker Gets Her Bell Rung

One more for the road

 The right cross came out of nowhere, dropping Tucker to the floor.

“Oh, God!” Tucker felt hands on her shoulders. “Tucker, I’m sorry! Are you all right?”

She blinked, disoriented by finding herself suddenly sitting on the floor with a rising lump on her jaw and ringing in her ears. “Good one,” she muttered, pushing away Alison’s hands and climbing to her feet. “I guess you’re okay. Can you tell me the date without breaking my kneecaps?”

Rewriting fun

Tucker tried to work on the Nova while Hank and Alison were away, but she fidgeted more than she tinkered. Finally frustrated with Tucker’s distraction, Junior said, “That’s it; you’re done for the day.”

“Why?”

“Why? You’re a wreck. You’ve adjusted the carburetor five times and it gets worse every time.”

“You think I don’t know how to adjust a carburetor?”

“You couldn’t adjust your shoelaces right now.”

“Yeah, well…”

“Ha, don’t have an answer to that, do you?”

“You’ll get one sooner or later. When you least expect it. I’ll creep up to your window and shout insults at you.”

“Yah.” Junior took the screwdriver from Tucker’s hand. “Go wash up and hang out for a while. You’re going to be unmanageable until Alison gets back.”

News about Tucker and Alison

 

The rewrite is going well, but I'm afraid I'll have to postpone the ...publishing date by about a month. Sorry to all my supporters; be assured, Tucker and Alison are alive and well, and eager to meet you.

Hope you all are well.