I finished my fourth novel in the summer of 2018. It had taken me almost two years to write it. More than double any of my previous novels. By then, I was desperate to get the damn thing in the pipeline.
BUT . . . something held me back. My Muse. She was telling me the story wasn’t right. I tried to put my finger on what it was, but couldn’t. So, I rewrote the story. It was my constant companion for the next two months.
I’m a big fan of Lionel Richie. When I heard he was starting his summer tour in a town near where I live, I “packed up the babies and grabbed the old ladies” and went to see him.
It was a great concert. Lionel was singing all his old hits, and everyone in the packed house, especially yours truly, was singing right along with him. It was the ultimate no-fault Karaoke. “You’re Once… Twice… Three times a Laaaay- deee” and it’s “Easy Like Sunday Morning.” I was in full throat. Going strong. Feelin’ the love.Continue reading