It’s been a year since my first novel, Angel, came forth into the world. It had been a long road, beginning with a flicker of a thought darting across my mind, something like —now there’s an idea!–followed by the crystal clear voice in my head that I knew to be hers, and that she wanted her story told. I did my best to convince her that there wasn’t much use in my doing it. After all, I was very busy with my real life, three teenagers and all of that, and I really had no idea how to write a whole novel. Short stories, poems, and essays I could handle, but a novel was simply more than I could muster. Funny thing was, she wouldn’t leave me alone. Quite frankly, she was a nag. She kept talking to me, and following me around. I kept writing down what she said, just to humor her, you know. Okay, I hear you, but don’t get yourself to thinking this is going anywhere! She went everywhere with me– to the grocery store, to pick up kids from hither and yon, on long walks, to yoga class, teacher trainings, vacations, retreats, to the mountains and the shores. I thought for sure I’d shirked her when we made a six hundred mile move and I ignored her for the better part of a year. But lo and behold, she was waiting for me on the other end, not so patiently, perhaps. But she was certainly persistent. You again! I said, finally settling down enough to realize in all of these scribblings, there was a story, that story that had first streaked across the sky in front of me like a shooting star and was taking shape despite my remonstrations.
But what was next, other than the desk drawer? Enter deus ex machina Renni Browne, whom I had the vast good fortune to meet through a mutual friend. This friend insisted I share my bare- bones- only attempts at a novel with Renni, who, as a seasoned, professional editor, heard Angel’s voice as well and encouraged me to continue. With the kids all grown up now and my relatively unattached status in a new community, I finally let go and dove into the book full on. I worked with Renni on the manuscript for over two years. People often ask if it was hard, putting my story out for constant feedback, critique and revision. My answer is that no, it was an exhilarating experience, like a part of me that had been starved was suddenly being fed, or a nagging itch finally getting that long, delicious, satisfying scratch.
I had been well warned, however that the writing of the book is only the beginning. Thanks to all of the talented, creative and professional people at The Editorial Department who were willing to join me in this whole new world of 21st century publishing, a world that is new to everyone involved, the end product, the actual book, Angel, is a joy to behold. Beautiful to look at, to hold, and as so many of its many readers have told me over the past year, (over one hundred thousand downloaded from Amazon!) a genuine pleasure to read, the Angel that began in my head and heart as that little voice that wanted to be heard, that story that wanted to be told, has blessed my life tremendously. Thanks to my whole team who’ve worked so closely with me over the last year and a half, and of course, my readers. Thank you, ANGEL and Happy Birthday!
P.S. Look for a new work coming up in the new year, All the Pieces, a Kindle Single!