My New Book is Out and There’s a Body on the Kitchen Floor
When any author, including me, releases a new book, even if they are offered their own four-tiered chocolate cake and a quiet, pink, padded room with the lights down low and candles burning to soothe the soul…
they will (probably, usually, almost always) still be all jittery and maybe a tad cranky and will speak authoritatively of “this writer’s doomsday coming soon.”
(Here’s the Amazon link to my NEW book!
I know this to be true because my brain goes into a treacherous zone of calamitous thinking.
Writing is not for the faint of heart. I have not yet fainted, but I do have a heart, I am quite sure because when I get anxious it thuds around a lot, like a nervous or inebriated butterfly, which happens when I release a book.
It is a rather nerve wrenching experience to throw a book into the world. It could go well. It could bomb, as in, explode into literary nothingness.
Poof!
It could make you wish living in a cave in a jungle selling cave art was possible, because you would do it lickety-split.
With a piece of imagined chocolate cake held high in my hand, and an inebriated butterfly in my stomach, I would like to tell you that my new book, “Ten Kids, Two Lemon Pies, and a Miracle,” is out in paperback and e-book.
It is the second book in the Deauville Drive Families series.
There now. I will go light candles in mine and Innocent Husband’s bedroom, it does not have padded pink walls but that does sound interesting and I shall tell Innocent Husband immediately, and see what he thinks of a possible remodelling project.
But what, you ask, does this line mean in the title of this newsletter? “There is a body on the kitchen floor?”
NO. There is no body on MY kitchen floor. I am sure of it. I have been looking for the chocolate chips and if there were a body here, I would have stepped on it.
The body is on the floor because Annie, she is the mother in this story if you have not yet read Book One, “Ten Kids, Two Lovebirds, and a Singing Mermaid,” has protected herself and twelve-year old Jesse in the kitchen of her Deauville Drive home against a pesky, monstrous man and clonked him with her favorite red pie pan.
It’s unfortunate that it shattered because she loved that red pie pan!
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