Page c23 of your calendar page. Martha's Vineyard Times. Mark your calendar. I know where I'll be all day August 11th, from 8-4pm. Can't wait. Take a look at the line up. You wouldn't get it in New York City. Fantastic.
Summer writing, is harder than any other season. The kids come and go endlessly. I taxi here and there. We've no a/c and the dog sits on my feet by the computer and pants and runs in his sleep. I imagine what he's dreaming about.
So I write faster in between the juggle and allow for more mistakes, and look forward to fall when I can catch all those funny dyslexic mistakes I seem to repeat. In the first book I called one of the characters a pheasant instead of peasant. An editor emailed to ask if the character was really a bird or a poor farm girl?
At 4.30 this morning we had a terrific storm. I sat with the older girls and we watched the lightening, flinched at the overhead claps of thunder and closed up the windows as the rain come down.
The rain has been coming down all morning. A perfect morning for writing. I drafted one new chapter of the Chesca book, Chesca and Rogue (she meets and befriends a young man who is not all that welcome in Howth). Once drafted, I stopped, put on the laundry then opened a second draft of The Secret Dance, a comedy drama, set on the Vineyard and the Cove in Ireland. I wrote this one after the first Chesca book and it was a lot of fun. I hope it translates onto the page.
It's cooler now after the storm, but just in case, I'm sending you a quota of cool-cute. I'm posting as fast as I can, the kids are on the way in the door. Tally-ho. #writeon#howthismagic#MV#booksbooksbooks