At last I can say, “my book will be published next year.” Sitting at Anna and Robert’s guest desk and at their kitchen counter, I’ve spent hours constructing answers for the “book summary” and “cover design” information sheets from She Writes Press, due soon.
“What’s your book about?” “Describe your protagonist.” Might as well ask, “Summarize your mother,” or “Tell me who you are.” You have to translate a deeply rooted, emotional experience into a few, pithy catchphrases. This blog’s exercises in brevity are useful.
The good news is that I continue to feel a rush of elation each time I re-read my manuscript about Rachel Field’s life. There’s always this lurking fear that I’ll open the book one day and realize it’s terrible, but so far so good. I think you’ll like it!
(Anna and Robert’s chickens have no relevance; they are simply stunning in their freshly post-molt feathers.)
My 60th year in 60,000 words
Day 133: 152 words, TOTAL = 22,051; 37,949 remaining
Robin Clifford Wood is an award-winning author, poet, and writing teacher. She lives in central Maine with her husband, loves to be outdoors, and enjoys ever-expanding horizons through her children, grandchildren, and granddogs.