First attempt at sequel writing: 1157 words.
Leave it until our houseguests left following Memorial Day. Meanwhile, I get a new thought and transfer first attempt to the back burner.
Once I began the second attempt, I found myself caught in a writing vortex that lets up 4574 words later. Will be going with the second idea, apparently.
The sequel is off and running, folks! Huzzah!
A continued welcome to those who are stopping by from Elizabeth’s review on In the Heart of my Home. It has been such fun “meeting” so many new people and catching up on those I already knew.
And thanks to all who helped put Joy in the Ordinary on the top 25 Religious Fiction purchases in both Fiction and Romance categories on Kindle yesterday. I’m humbly grateful, and hope you are enjoying the read.
Welcome to everyone who has stopped by courtesy of our ad on In the Heart of My Home. I’m thrilled to be a sponsor there for a few months, as Elizabeth’s blog has been a lifeline for me at times since I discovered it four years ago. I hope you will continue to visit here and that those of you who were so gracious as to give me business (thank you!) are enjoying their reading. 🙂
In Book News:
- The good news: I know how the sequel starts!
- The bad news: A power surge knocked out my computer. I’m not writing anything on it until we get a surge protector and a backup disk. So until I find a piece of scrap paper to jot down the ideas, I’ll keep running with the plot in Mental Notes.
Myself, I have to cut out early tonight. The first round of summer colds hit, and all eight of us have some form of it.
Once upon a time there was a house. And in that house there was a Christmas tree, and under the tree was a little girl. To be more specific, she was laying on her stomach on the floor in front of the tree, gazing at her mother’s collection of ceramic Christmas houses, imagining that if they were real, who would live in them? What would their story be?
Then the little girl grew up. She obtained a collection of Christmas village pieces of her own (incidentally, these pieces are now garaged as our fifth child is absolutely the most loving kid but nevertheless a human wrecking ball). And one Christmas, five years ago, she looked at her newest piece and wondered who would own it? What kind of person would own this tavern?
By the time I started writing, the image of the Pub rather changed a bit (diamond paned windows, the bar being on the right of the front door, green sign, etc.), but in case you’re wondering why there’s an Irish Pub in a Tudor building, there you have it! 😉
I knew it was coming, just not when. Tonight I happened to check Amazon and lo and behold, Joy in the Ordinary is now available in paperback through Amazon! I feel rather celebratory. After all, about 60% of my non-grocery shopping is done on Amazon so I feel like it’s an old friend. And now, when someone goes to buy their $5.99 item and needs only $19.01 to get Free Super Saver Shipping, they can buy my book! Yay!
What, you’ve never done something like that to get free shipping?
Welcome to Joy’s Ordinary. This is the launchpad for my musings and everything else to do with my writings, which right now consists of one novel and the first page of its sequel. However, we all start somewhere, and here we are.