When I came home from Chicago a few weeks ago, it was my plan to settle into writing one of the two books I started after publishing Elephant Girl. One was a non-fiction sequel of sorts, the other a novel about three solitary female artists who come together over a controversy and a child.
As I vacillated between two books that are both meaningful to me, a third one rushed in, provoked by my frustration over — well, it doesn’t matter. What matters is that I started writing with such a fierce passion that I knew this was the book that I was going to finish next. It’s also a novel and that’s the only clue I’m giving until it’s done. I feel superstitious about saying too much or posting excerpts because whenever I’ve done that, I’ve felt like I was sharing a cake that hadn’t been baked yet, much less frosted. Rough drafts are rough drafts.
(However, if anyone is interested in being a first reader when I’m done, drop me a line and let me know. It will be months before I’m at that stage, but it helps to know who’s interested in advance).
In the meantime, thank you for your patience with my infrequent blog updates. I truly appreciate your support and hope you’ll continue to spread the word about Elephant Girl: A Human Story while this second book comes to life.