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I'm most recently a writer.  In the six plus decades of my life, I've been a wife, mother, grandmother, Jill of all trades though mistress of but a few, and most of the time pretty content with my lot.  As a much younger person, I believed I was called to write, but life and living distracted me for most of those decades.  An unwilling transplant from the South,  twenty years ago I unintentionally landed in the geographical center of the US.  Writing came about in part due to the unwillingness, I expect.  When caring for family, gardening, and renovating a century-old house failed to provide sufficient creative outlets, I turned to the one thing I always intended to do.  Eight titles later, I'm grateful I found myself while Lost in the Plains!

Tuesday, November 5, 2013

And on to the dreaded blurb. . .

Okay, you've finished approximately 300 pages of a novel.  That's the hard part, the race run, the good fight fought, right?  Congratulate yourself, take yourself out to celebrate someplace where the food doesn't come wrapped in paper on a plastic tray.  Spam all your friends with the good news on Facebook.  There's nothing left but a few edits and the final cover before you hit the magic button and "Publish."

Oh, except for that little thing every writer puts off until the last possible minute.  Just a few sentences telling prospective readers what they have to look forward to.  A paragraph or two revealing just enough of the story to be intriguing without giving anything away.  Writer's put this off for a reason--it's the most difficult piece of writing they'll ever have to do--the Blurb!

I finished Shannon's Daughter last week and handed it off to my editor/husband.  Now, as I wait for him to return it with lots of little red marks and paper-clipped pages, I have plenty of time to work on the other "stuff."  The front matter, the foreword, the blurb.  Well, it turns out I already have the blurb written this time and when I went back to look it over, it actually looked pretty good.  Says what I want to say, doesn't say too much.  So I think I'll save myself a few sleepless nights and just go with it.  For now.  Unless I decide to revise it or throw it out and start over.  Who knows what could happen before publication time?  Anyway, here it is.  Tell me what you think.

The last thing he expected to find in Ireland that summer was the inspiration to go on with his life, and certainly not in the form of an adolescent heiress. 
American socialite Peg Shannon has everything—wealth, power, beauty and limitless prospects for happiness.  Or so the world believes.
Aspiring British violinist Kendall Gregg is talented, handsome and charming.  While hardly well-to-do, he has connections and ambition which should take him far.  Or so it seems on the surface.

Thrown together briefly by a twist of fate, Kendall becomes young Peg’s hero, while Peg proves to be Kendall’s salvation.  Through the years, their deepening passion and the secrets they share forge an enduring bond, destining them for the kind of love affair that comes but once in a lifetime.

Set in the mid-twentieth century, Shannon’s Daughter sheds light on the complex relationship between two people constrained by family responsibility and a tragic secret, as well as delving into the history of one of the most intriguing characters in the Miracle at Valley Rise Series.   

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