I don’t write to be famous, I don’t write to be known, I write because I am and I want to be read. How sad to fill a room with paintings no one sees or play music no one hears. Writing is talking without sound, singing without score and dancing without movement and yet, it is all of them. It is a solitary art conjured from thought and expressed by the need to communicate.

HEAD SLAPS, SPEED BUMPS and LIGHTBULBS, one woman's WTF, oops and ah-ha moments of life.

They were published once, and as every writer knows, once is not enough.

Friday, January 4, 2019

Your future? Discounted.

Finally an update on this New Year. Not sure why I have been so absent because time has become my friend again. Maybe it’s because my conversation here is read by so few. (My fault.) Maybe it’s because what I want to say doesn’t seem so important regarding our brave new world as it was, as it is, and as it may be.

Well anyway, my novel is complete and has been off to first-readers for quite some time. I have learned that the holidays are a lousy time to expect reader-feedback. Hopefully off to an editor soon. (Hello Jennine.)

I am on to another project that lit a fire which has been smoldering for a long time. I have hesitated on this one because the scope is imposing and counter to every other project I have attempted and completed. But I love the genre and read it all the time. Don’t have a log line yet, and the outline looks like the sparse road map in and out of Death Valley. But, I’m 10-grand in and hoping to hit completion before Christ is resurrected (again).

Within this new story the what-if questions are enormous. Let’s just say, (and I probably shouldn’t at this point but I will anyway), I’m combining an imagined J.K. Rowling kind intricately detailed world with a Suzanne Collins Katniss-like senior character. Dare I say it’s a dystopian novel for senior citizens?

I hate the term “senior citizen,” but if you are one this story will scare granny pants off you.

In our daily cycle of news which is proving by the hour how easily millions can be swayed by falsehoods and shallow promises, “70Y70D” will be your road map to heaven or hell depending on which side of the 10% senior discount you are on.

So there you have it. A futuristic novel for readers with futures far shorter than their pasts.

Happy New Year everyone. Hope all is well, for all of you, and if it’s not, write about it.


  1. HAPPY NEW YEAR! A month late. Is it still a fashionable lateness, or an eye rolling I'm so over the New Year late?

    Anywho - no kidding. The holidays, even weeks before, is NOT the time to send off something to read. I know b/c I am (was) in the same boat. I sent my latest off to my agent on Dec 3rd. (queue the Jeopardy music) He finally read it about two weeks ago - it's due to the publisher on Feb 1st, so if he hadn't liked it, I was about to be screwed for time to fix it, ya know?

    Anyway, the sound of your NEW book - wow! Now that is a FRESH idea, 2Ns and that's what publishers want I think. Fresh, new, never done before. I get the sense that the elderly in this latest WIP will be, disposable. YIKES.

    I'm currently fiddling with ideas for the next. I haven't written a word since Dec 3rd. Itching to get into something new - and I want it to be different from what I've been doing. Still Southern fiction, but not coming of age. And in 3rd person. My agent might freak. Ha!

    Write on, sister!

  2. Thanks for stopping by. Am finishing the novel I finally got back from first-readers and itching to get back to my senior dystopian epic. Well maybe not epic but a kick to write.