This site came into being because And then like my dreams, the memoir I wrote of the 31 magical years I had with my husband, was accepted by the first publishing company to which I submitted it, and is now a book (for more on the subject of which, see ” ATLMD “ in the navigation bar).
I spent a fairly long time working with Georgia Richter, the non-fiction editor of my publishing company, on polishing and improving (I was very happy to do so, as she is a most amazingly good editor), and was then presented with the book’s design. I have yet to find a reader who doesn’t love the cover; and although FP were never completely won over by the title, they are alone in that.
And so to this site …
In these times of the slow fall in actual book sales and the rise of eBooks of one kind and another, it has become a necessity to spruik one’s own work, and every published writer who hasn’t yet ‘made it’ will tell you so. My reason for writing was and still is to celebrate the character of the man who was my husband with joy, love and laughter, among as many readers as possible; but this won’t come about if the book is unknown. And because I don’t have the clout of established writers, it will remain so unless some effort is made. So this site is what I can do by way of such effort.
And then like my dreams is available as both ‘hard copy’ (although a paperback – confusing terminology, isn’t it?) and eBook; for no writer can be as elitist as to ignore the tablet technology. If you reach the point where you think you’d like to read it, btw, google or bing it, and be quite surprised by the results in terms of where/how you can lay hands on it.
There’s something else …
Part of everything I write is encapsulated in the subheading of this site: I am indeed going about all this in order not to become just another invisible woman (you’ll find that not many people actually see you once you’re past the age of being ‘vibrant’, ‘a useful member of the community’, ‘someone with her finger on the pulse of today’, and many other, equally meaningless phrases employed to discriminate between the young and the definitely not).
I have already lost the better half of me; and as long as I remain, I can’t afford the lose this half, as well. My husband was the best of men – although far from perfect! – and I’m here to persuade you of it. :-)
Authors are meant to Write More. And I am, indeed, doing so – of course, not a memoir: unless one has lived a very full life, writing a plurality of memoirs is contra-indicated! I shall write about my WIP in another place: suffice it to say that I am doing what is expected of me. Every so often. When I have time.