Thank you ever so much for asking!
Coming your way: February 5, 2013
KISS ME!: An Avon Valentine’s Day Anthology
Stuck in a king-size suite with a sexy man… What more could a girl ask for? But for Julie Dillon, being snowed in at an Elvis-themed Memphis hotel with Luke Pearce can’t mean anything but trouble. Too close for comfort gets close enough to taste in Cheryl Harper’s LOVE ME TENDER.
It may possibly be too early to say that these will always be the same but here’s how editing my novella has gone so far.
Stage 1-Receive email and immediately open letter to assess the damage. At this point, I’m optimistic and eager. I usually try to stick with “All Things Are Possible” in life and everything. And the letter is so encouraging. I read through it and the issues new-best-friend editor raised and then I put it aside. To sleep on it. You know. At this point, all I feel is relief because there are 3 issues, only one of which is a challenge to address.
Stage 2-wake up at 3 am, my mind a swirl of ideas…none of which are related to this story.
Stage 3-check my email, Twitter, blogs, and Twitter again to be sure I haven’t missed anything.
Stage 4-settle in front of document and read all the comments. Fight the urge to sit under my desk because some of them are so good and so obvious.
Stage 5-tackle the big issues.Forcing my mind to work through them was major. That’s just a conditioning problem, right? Right. Make quick work of the easy thing: different chapter heading. Work in spurts on the rest all day with frequent Twitter rests.
Stage 6-walk the dog.
Stage 7-finish the first pass at dinner time and decide pizza is the only answer.
Stage 8, Day 2-clean the house. Believe me, this will take all day.
Stage 9-re-read the mess I’ve made while trying to answer each question and point made. Laugh at my own jokes again because that’s how I roll.
Stage 10-(I think, I haven’t actually made it to this point yet-goal is Monday). Fix. Write up a nice letter. Hit send.
I’ve been writing all my life but I’ve been trying to
get someone else to call me a writer get published now for four years. I’ve been a “serious” writer for three months, although I don’t know how serious I can be given the amount of time I spend improving my brain with reality television. Research. That’s what it is. But then, when I least expected, I sent something off…an answer for a call for Valentine’s Day submissions that I wrote in two weeks (right before the deadline because I like a lot of stress and pressure motivation) and I GOT A CALL FROM A REAL LIVE EDITOR ALL THE WAY UP IN NEW. YORK. CITY. Woo. Hoo!! Now I’m anxiously awaiting edits which I will rejoice in. And a cover. And holy moly who knows what else. Right now, it’s titled It’s Now or Never. And it’s funny, cross my heart.
This call came just in the nick of time. I had reached the “all is lost, there is no hope, despair, agony on me” stage of waiting. (It really doesn’t take that long, you know?)
Welcome to my website. I think this is going to be fun.