I know this is incredibly hard to believe, but there are now 700 people who are computer literate enough to follow a blogger on WordPress who actually made the mistake of following my goofy little blog and failing to figure out how to un-follow someone.
I believe, based on evidence in the comments I have received, that some people go beyond looking at my happy little Bob-Ross-and-Disney-crossbred-clone-artworks and actually read my posts. And further, they seem to enjoy and be mostly amused by my witless attempts at humor and wit… at least the non-political and non-kook-apple-conspiracy-buff stuff. How I ever managed to thoroughly snow and deceive that many literate people… I will probably never figure out. But if you have waded through this lazy-post paragraph of purple paisley prose about own-horn tooting… thank you so much for reading my words.
I finished a novel today. I reached Canto One Hundred and Eighteen (I inexplicably call chapters cantos and pretend that they are really parts of an epic poem or story-song). I put an ending on the story I have been working on since the Summer of 2012. Now, it probably is not obvious to you, especially if you are a writer who takes a rough draft and reworks, rewrites, revises, and does several other things to it that start with re-. I don’t work that way. I build a story with stone blocks, and am loathe to take foundation stones out of it once I’ve constructed the castle in the air. So this story, The Bicycle-Wheel Genius, starts with gossip in a post office, and ends with tears and laughter at a wake for a beloved character whom I never expected to die when I started the story. It can no longer be changed. Like any stone structure, all I can do now is polish the surface. So, I am elated. The worst of the birth pangs are over. Have you ever tried to pass a stone castle? Painful is a total understatement. And I have to say, I love this story now with a passion, even though when I reread it out loud to polish it, it is going to tear my heart out all over again. But it is done, and the celebrations must now begin!
My novel Snow Babies that I submitted to Chanticleer Book Reviews for the Dante Rossetti Awards for Young Adult Fiction has been awarded a place among thirty-one finalists. Here is the link; http://chantireviews.com/chanticleer-contest-deadlines-and-announcement-projections/finalists-for-the-dante-rossetti-awards-for-young-adult-fiction/
I should know by the end of January if I win or not, but the fact that I made the finals feels like vindication!
Above you see the mock-up cover that I drew for myself. (The novel was submitted as an unpublished manuscript). Here is another Paffooney with the main character of Snow Babies, Valerie Clarke.