My apologies for taking twenty years to publish this, my first novel. In the interim, my youngest daughter flew the nest. I quit my job as a legal assistant after working on the defense of a 125-mi...view moreMy apologies for taking twenty years to publish this, my first novel. In the interim, my youngest daughter flew the nest. I quit my job as a legal assistant after working on the defense of a 125-million-dollar lawsuit to dedicate myself to writing and moved to Rosarito, Mexico, to work on this book and met, fell deeply in love, and married my soul mate, only to watch him die in my arms nine months later. I tried to write through my agonizing grief, sobbing sometimes, laughing at private jokes, and remembering intimacies at others—sometimes succeeding, sometimes not. (It’s hard to type while sobbing, so I walked the beach alone with my dogs a lot.)
Then, as I was really getting into the swing of writing/editing/rewriting again, I was backsided by a handsome, charming Mexican singer (he appears briefly in my novel). Poco-a-poco, he captured my heart. I was advised once that to be a successful writer, it was better to remain single and that a relationship or marriage is a distraction. Well, it certainly is that. So twenty years later after building two homes and moving from Rosarito to Baja California Sur on the Sea of Cortez, here it is.
(Maybe the above would make a good novel?)
This is the reality. Prolific, successful authors will say this apology is a pathetic excuse—that a real writer carries on no matter what. Only you as a reader can decide if it was worth the wait. And I’m working on my second novel, Angels in Flight, a historical novel about the WASPs (Women Airforce Service Pilots) of World War II, with my third one baking in the oven of my mind. A fourth, on the life of Jacqueline Cochran, Aviatrix extraordinaire (overshadowed by Amelia Earhart), is betting to be written.view less