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Final editing going on for The Gray Lady of Long Branch

Gray Lady of Long Branch book cover front and spineThe book is done and is now going through final edits. I’m so excited about this one! I love how it’s come out, after all these years.

I don’t know if I’ve shared this elsewhere, but the deal is, I was staying at a famous wordsmith’s beach home on the Florida Panhandle in 2009. The coast was stricken with Red Tide, so we couldn’t go near the beach. The weather was meh, and we could only visit the beachy boutiques and eateries just so much, so we stayed inside for a lazy couple of days.

It was then that it hit me: A place like this, where the writer goes to create her own huge hits, must be bursting with creative energy residue. I thought more about the place and the stories it must hold. One thought led to another and I grabbed my laptop and began to write. I’d gotten four chapters in (I write extremely fast) by the time we had to pack up and head back home, saying goodbye to our beautiful little retreat.

We made it home safe and sound and all was well until I turned on the aging behemoth of a brick that was my laptop at the time. It was dead. Nada, nothing, zilch. I’d lost all the work I had already done. I wasn’t as concerned about that as about losing the inspiration I had from the muse or energy or whatever it was whispering in my ear during that burst of creativity. I had no choice but to give up on those stories, accepting that the digital ninth circle of hell had swallowed them whole.

But the voices kept speaking to me. The characters begged to be let out of their cage. And after five tortuous years, I freed them.

They are the people that make up The Gray Lady of Long Branch and they are stubborn, insistent, fun, human, frail, wild and genuine.  They go through heart-wrenching traumas, and experience first love. They get in a shitload of trouble, and hold it together for beloved family members breathing their last. They die, they are born, they eat, they drink and make love with lust and the timidity of virgins.

They are my creations and they make up The Gray Lady of Long Branch. I hope you like it! Consider placing an advance order to save big on the cover price.  If you are stateside, get the free shipping deal at that same link.

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We’ve found our new beach!

Anna Maria Island Beach
Anna Maria Island Beach

It was a momentous occasion today and it’s taken us two years, but I think we’ve finally found our beach here in Southwest Florida!  If you’ve followed my journey, you’ll know that in the past, I lived in Tennessee but vacationed with my husband in Florida.  We loved our time here so much that we helped destiny along by finding jobs here and moved to our lovely home along the I-4 Corridor between Tampa and Orlando last year.  It’s been quite a transition, but all the pieces came together, more or less.

  • Good, stable jobs: Check
  • Friends: Check
  • Home that we love: Check
  • Community we’re happy to be part of: Check
  • Neighbors we adore: Check

The one component missing was our beach.   It wasn’t that evident until today. When we drove over to Anna Maria Island.   I had driven through on my way home from Long Boat Key one time before David came down and found it charming.  We returned one day to check it out but the timing was poor and the weather bad.  David’s kids, who live in Somerset County, England, are coming back over for a visit this Sept. so we decided to rent a beach house there, trusting our luck.  Today we figured we’d drive over and check it out.

I wasn’t prepared for the crystal-clear turquoise water! Or the powdery soft sand! Or the pine trees gently shading beach entryways and providing some gorgeous scenery of their own!  The house we’re renting is located at the north end of the island and I’m so excited! I can envision great family beach times, yes, definitely. But I can also envision some times after they leave when Dave and I can jet over for a shorter trip. When he can chill and I can paint. And we can both feel our souls soar in the beautiful island breeze.