Writing a novel #1
Kathie with her Princess T-shirt at the computer
Although this is my first blog about writing my novel To Dance With the Fireflies, it is not the beginning of my writing it. As most novelists do, I started it long ago, did a first draft, put it in a drawer to gather dust, and then brought it out once again. I find that I am now more mature and have more to say, as well as more time to work on it. I also know my way around the internet better and can electronically maneuver things to my advantage along with upgraded equipment.
So here I am, at the keyboard, old script in hand, characters dancing in my head, surrounded by mementos from my hometown, Iowa Falls, Iowa, (setting for Fireflies) wearing my Princess Cafe T-shirt, sipping tea from my Princess mug, and reading my quote of the day, “Many of life’s failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up.” ~ Thomas Edison
I am a writer; I’ve proven that to myself. I already have an editor lined up and on board. I’ve culled through possible book publishers ~ all I have left to do is ~ WRITE. Sounds simple.
I’ll blog along in Kathie’s World although not daily, but I’ll be here writing, rewriting, and living the lives of Audrey and Stephen as they cavort in the wonderful land of Iowa and dance with the fireflies. With each blog I’ll leave you a line or two so that you can crawl into their lives and feel the joy, sensitivity, longing and pain of knowing who they are. Like the following.
Audrey went back to her red T-bird and with her forehead resting on the steering wheel, she caught her breath, let her shoulders and chin slump a bit and felt her silk panties edge into the wrong places. She sat up to adjust the latter and to start the ignition. As Audrey’s eyes raised slowly from the top of the steering wheel, they scanned an object that had not been standing in front of the car before that moment. With her lower jaw dropping open, her eyes at bay and her panties still in a wad, she recognized a form and face from the past ~ Stephen.
