Is life ever *not* crazy?
Sometimes I wonder. Today we have roofers working on our house. Those of you who have had your roof done, understand about the incessant banging. The children have been transfixed by the detritus falling from the sky like rain. Our house is 80 years old, and parts of the roof have never been replaced. Yes, really. Just new shingles nailed over old, and now it's finally going.For the last week I've been working on a historical novel, Down Jasper Lane. A shorter version of this will be serialised in The People's Friend, in the UK, starting July 12. This is an Anne of Green Gables-like story about a Scottish orphan who relocates to Vermont and Amherst Island, Ontario. I lengthened the original serial from 57,000 words to 75,000, and now it's ready to wing its way to my editor at Robert Hale Ltd.
Meanwhile I need to start the book I've been telling you I'm going to start for ages--The Sheikh's Love-child. I have to confess, I'm not crazy about words like 'mistress' and 'love-child' in my titles, but what can you do? It's not up to me, and the marketing and editorial depts at Mills & Boon know what they're doing.
So I've written a chapter by chapter outline, and decided on the all important first sentence of the book: I'm sorry.
Hopefully tonight I'll write the prologue. Apparently prologues aren't in vogue, but I'm a big fan of them. What's your take on prologues?
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