Where?

The end of the book. This is the book I wrote last fall.  Remember Nick and Edie?

Well, you’re excused if you don’t. They’ve been on the back burner a lot.  When I finished them and sent them off to England, I had a two week respite. I thought about Yiannis. I wondered what I’d do next.

And then Nick and Edie came back for revisions.

They didn’t seem particularly extensive.  I imagine my editor didn’t think they were. But when I took some time to think about them, I decided I needed to rethink things from the beginning.  Not that the fundamentals changed . . . but something did.

So I went back to the beginning.  And I wrote and I revised and I threw out. And then I did it again. And again.  Thanksgiving came and went.  Montana came and went — or rather we did.  My editor came and went.

No, really. She did.

I now have a new editor.  I told her I’d try to get the book to her right before Christmas. She said, “Don’t. I’m not going to be here. Wait until mid-January.”

Have you noticed where we are in January?

Me, too. So have Nick and Edie.  And they are, bless their hearts, almost there.

Why did it take so long?  Well, Edie held out on me. I thought I understood her backstory, but it turns out there was a lot more to it than that.  A dead husband for one thing.  Not a small inconsequential fact to have left out.

I will obviously have to do a better job interviewing heroines for my next book.

Expecting to finish them up by the weekend and send them off to their happily ever after — unless Nick decides to join the French Foreign Legion.

Writing is easy and fun for me. Ha.

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